Across the dining room, the servants exhaled in relief at her recovery, but worried glances passed between them.
Who made a mistake?
No one dared imagine the consequences, knowing how fiercely the Young Master cared for her. Someone's getting fired this early morning, they all thought.
Chibuzor, meanwhile, stood, phone still in hand, eyes sharp. "Olisa," he said, voice low and controlled, "I've administered the EpiPen. Don't go just yet. I need to make sure my wife is completely fine."
He paused, scanning her recovering form. Every twitch, every subtle movement drew his focus.
She's mine. I won't let anything happen to her, not here, not under my watch.
"Yo—"
Olisa began to protest angrily, but froze mid sentence when Chibuzor's last words registered.
Wait… wife?
His incredulous shout came crackling through the line. "Chibuzor, did you just say wife?!"
"You traitor! You betrayed the Association of Single Men. How could—"
Tu tu tu.
