"Madam is going to deal with that Young Madam tonight," one man said, his voice rough and unbothered.
Nnenna's breath caught.
Young Madam… Olaedo.
Her fingers shook as she dug into her bag for her phone. She fumbled the screen, nearly dropping it, before finally switching on the recorder. Pressing herself lightly against the wall, she leaned closer, desperate to catch every word without being detected.
Whatever they were planning… it wasn't small. And it wasn't harmless.
The two men leaned casually against the pillars, cigarettes dangling from their fingers, as if no one could possibly be listening.
"Are you sure about this plan? What if someone finds out?" the second man muttered, a trace of unease in his voice as smoke curled lazily from his lips.
The first man let out a short, hollow laugh. "Find out? Who's going to suspect Madam? She's covered every trace. By the time anyone realizes, it'll be too late."
Nnenna's blood ran ice cold. Madam… That can only mean Ndidi!
