CHAPTER NINETY

"I'm a healer, Tracy, I'm not a businessman," Leon replied bluntly. Tracy sighed and got on her feet, she looked around the house and hummed. "I know you can help me, Leon. You have the entire city in your control, you decide what happens and when it does, I know with Xavier right beside you there is nothing you can't achieve," she said.

"Tracy, I want to help you, but are you sure this is the best thing to do?" He asked, he could still recall how Sylvester was, stoic, unfeeling and unwilling to compromise. If he was hellbent on marrying his daughter off then he doubted there was much anyone could do to change his mind.

"Leon, I can't get married to Vincent Roger. He is an old ugly man from the Roger family who has been lusting after me since I was just a child in middle school," she stated angrily and stomped her feet. "I'd rather take my own__"

"You don't have to be that extreme, I'll help you, Tracy," Leon agreed. He could already guess what she was about to say and he did