Chapter 270. Who Is Mark?

“What the hell?” Tomiwa shouted.

“Girl, I see that you need soap and water to wash that mouth of yours,” Helen Babalola said to her youngest, even as she was shaken up by what she just listened to as well.

“What a vicious plot! All for what? Just to destroy a home? Did any of you know her before? Maybe you have offended her without knowing,” Alade Babalola said in his booming voice. Apparent fury showing on his perpetually jovial face.

“Not at all; the first day I ever got to realize that I even had a new neighbor at all was when she came over to introduce herself and brought the food. She can’t possibly be pissed at me because I gave it to my gateman, can she?” Bernard asked in bewilderment as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Eniyan ma buru o! People can be so wicked! How can a human being think of all these?” Marissa’s grandmother said, her hands on her stick, which she thumped on the floor as she spoke, as if she would like to use it on Ruby and her evi