maid.
At that exact moment, Nneka walked in carrying a tray. Folake turned to her with a smile colder than harmattan wind.
—Since you enjoy hiding in corners, maybe we should discuss what else you have been hiding.
Kelechi looked at Nneka. Her face had gone pale.
—Madam, please…
Folake reached into her handbag and placed a folded paper on the table.
—This morning, I called the agency that sent you. They told me something interesting.
Kelechi stood still.
—What agency?
Nneka’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Folake
Billionaire Sees his Maid Hiding to Eat Leftover Food… and His Life Changes
