Revenge On The Scumbags

Chapter 11



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Outside the company, Tyler and Micheal were inside their car while their driver, Sam is on the driver’s seat.

“Where to sir?” He asked after he had noticed they had settled down.

“Take us back to the Villa.” Micheal answered.

“Okay sir.” He said and started the car.

Micheal heard soft laughter and turned to his side to see Tyler smiling in amusement.

He didn’t fail to notice the tension between Rosalie and him when the left the meeting room.

Rosalie had left in annoyance while he came out smiling like he had achieved something important. Micheal had tried to get out what had happened in the meeting room from Micheal but he wouldn’t say.

“Okay, are you going to talk to me now? Your silence is getting me irritated.” Micheal asked when he couldn’t take it any more.

“Is that the way to talk to your boss?” Tyler asked back.

“I’m also your friend. Is it so important that you can’t tell me? Your best friend?” Micheal asked.

Tyler stared at him and contemplated for a while. They had been best friends since childhood. Their parents were close friends and business patners. They had always done everything together and shared anything amongst each other be it money, business strategies or women.

“It certainly wouldn’t hurt to tell him.” He thought.

“I asked Rosalie to marry me.” He finally said making Micheal to stare at him in shock.

“Wait… what did you just say??” He asked.

“I said I asked Rosalie to marry….”

“I know I heard you.” Micheal said cutting him off while the driver chuckled softly.

Tyler stared at him with a deep frown.

“If you heard me the first time, why did you ask me to repeat what I said again.” He asked angrily.

“Let’s not talk about that yet. Did I just hear you say that you asked Rosalie to marry you???” He asked again.

“What the hell is wrong with you? How many times do you have to hear me say it??” Tyler asked angrily.

Micheal stared at him with one brow raised. Tyler was someone who always lost his temler quickly. Though, his face is always full of smiles but one mistake can change it.

Everyone around him is always scared of Tyler’s temper but he finds it amusing that’s why he never fails to annoy Tyler at every chance he gets.

He chuckled and said;

“Okay. What was her answer??”

“She rejected me.” He answered unfazed.

Micheal held his stomach burst out laughing at his reply.

“She did what??” He asked.

“Are you gonna make me do this again??” Tyler asked angrily.

“Sorry.” Micheal said and tried to hold his laughter.

“So how did it feel to be rejected?” Micheal asked.

“I don’t know… weird?? This is the first time someone has ever said no to me.” Tyler answered.

“Well get used to it. So what are you going to do now? Are you going to look for another lady? You know your mother isn’t a very patient woman.” Micheal asked concerned.

“What else, I’ll continue to pester her.” Tyler said determined.

“What do you really see in that lady? Why are you this into her?” Micheal asked.

“She’s different.” Tyler answered smiling.

“What do you mean different?” Micheal asked.

“She isn’t like the other ladies. She’s competent, smart, beautiful and above all, she isn’t interested in my wealth and fame.” Tyler answered.

“You just knew her today, how do you knkw she isn’t trying to decieve you? Some people can go through different lengths just to get what they want and decieving people like you is a small thing for them.” Micheal said.

“Rosalie isn’t like those people. She’s different and I’m sure of it.” Tyler said.

“Well, whatever you say. I hope you know she has a son. How are you going to deal with that?” Micheal asked.

“How do you know that?” Tyler asked instead.

“I did a background check on her.” He answered in a ‘duh’ tone.

“Ohh. I’m going to father the child. I don’t care if he’s not my blood. I just have to convince mother that he’s mine. And that means you can’t tell her anything.” Tyler warned.

“Okay. Does that mean you’re not going to get married to Janice anymore?” Micheal asked.

“Janice?? Who’s Janice?” Tyler asked confused.

“Janice, the lady your mom wants you to marry.” Micheal answered.

“Oh. That lady? Obviously not. Why do you think I’m all these in the first place?” Tyler asked.

“Okay then. I wish you success with your plans.” Micheal said hiding the satisfied smirk that was forming on his face.

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AT ROSALIE’S HOME

“I can’t believe it. He literally asked you to get married to him? A contract marriage at that?” Jasmine asked in surprise.

“Yes Jasmine and I rejected him. I can’t have another useless man in my life. The first one was enough for me to finally open my eyes.” Rosalie said.

“Good thing you did because getting married to someone like Tyler can get you into trouble. Do you know how many girls are dying to get that spot??? You’d have a lot of haters and competition.” Jasmine said.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Well I didn’t about that. But still, marriage or love is a no go area for me.” Rosalie said.

“I don’t really think so girl. You know you have a child, he’s gonna ask about his father one day and then, you’ll need someone to fill in that spot. You may not love the person but at least think about your child.” Jasmine said with concern.

“I can and will be a father and mother to my child. No man would ever come into my life again.” Rosalie said.

“Okay. I just hope you won’t change your decision one day.” Jasmine said.

“I won’t.” Rosalie answered confidently.

Suddenly, Rosalie felt a vibration on her thighs. She looked down to see her ringing phone on her lap. She picked up the phone and stared at the screen to see it was an unknown caller.

She answered the call and placed it on her ear.

“Hello, who’s this?” She called but the person at the other end didn’t reply. She could only hear his or her rhythmic breathing.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll end this call.” She threathened.

“Rosalie…..” The person at the other end finally said.

Conniption gripped her immediately. That voice, she can never forget that voice.

“Dad…..” She said.

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