That night Ibha tried to avoid Armande as much as possible. As she lay in bed she thought about his words in the kitchen.
“He knows it was Samuel...I’m so screwed!” She bit her lips in nervousness.
“Will he tell the cops? Oh no, did he already alert them?” She felt terribly anxious as a train of thoughts swept her mind.
“Relax Ibha, I’m sure this guy has got other plans,” She assured herself but felt more insecure now. “I need to know what’s going on in his head, but more than that I need to save the villa from falling into his hands, UGH!” Ibha hurled her pillow at the wall and curled in frustration.
The next day Ibha got ready with a new determination to change Armande's mindset of selling the tea estate. Her plans of getting rid of him from the villa had backfired, but that didn’t
