Nathan's eyes were on Vivian and judging from the way Vivian spoke and the look on her face, he was sure she was not wishing Candace well. She had zero feelings for Candace and he was sure that in Vivian's mind, Candace was a failure. "Mom, why are you stressing yourself to question them? Gerald failed, remember? And he is a million times better than the both of them!" Anita spoke almost in a yell. Her bitterness was glaring from the way she spoke. Nathan relaxed on his seat, he had decided to say nothing when with the family, he concluded in his mind to give Candace the honour, and seeing that she was taking her time before bursting their minds, worth it. He can't wait, but he has to. "Mom, sometimes I wonder how you think," Enrique spoke up, "You will see better people on a line, then you'll ignore them and move to those that have no future." The first statement Enrique made smoothe Nathan, but the other sounded gibberish to him. He hated that Enrique was picking on Candace whe

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours. The Davenports were getting themselves ready for the incoming coronation which was barely a few hours away. Going late to an event like that will not tell well on them, especially since they had just gotten tied with the new CEO. Every step they would take must be calculated with accuracy and precision. Nathan wore the suit he purchased and was more than ready. He spent the rest of his time simply chilling in the main house, playing chess on his phone while the rest of the family kept running helter skelter, looking for one thing or another “Collins. Come to my room. I need your help now!” Percy suddenly called out from where she stood, halfway down the stairs and then ran back up. Nathan quickly stood up and followed her, hoping that she was not intent on giving him another tedious task. Percy, despite having a husband, would always make Nathan work like a slave, running in and out of her room. Nathan walked into her room,

As they made their way out of their car and into the main hall, Nathan couldn’t help but notice the envious glances from the others. Candace’s natural beauty and elegance were impossible to ignore, and he felt a surge of pride. The hall was buzzing with activity, but Nathan’s focus remained solely on Candace. He could see the admiration in the eyes of those around them, and he couldn’t blame them. She was a vision. As they approached the stage, where the coronation ceremony was set to take place, Anita and her husband, Donald along with Enrique walked up to them, trying to conceal their disgustful jealousy. They tried really hard to conceal their emotions from the crowd so that they would not draw unusual attention that could lead to their downfall. But damn, the trio were more jealous than they should have been. “Where did you get that dress, Candace? I know it. I know that dress. It’s 10 fucking million dollars!” Anita gasped in extreme shock and disbelief. Candace understo

“There is a mistake somewhere. That guy is a fucking loser and an imposter. He can not possibly be Mr. Frost’s representative!” A voice from the midst of the crowd suddenly spoke up, leaving everyone to send gasps of breath into the air. Beatrice had had enough of the insolent rubbish spewing from the Davenport family and she really desired to send all of them back to their home. But Nathan got there on time and simply asked that Enrique be ignored. Vivian did not understand. How? How on fucking earth did Collins, the man she picked from the poor streets of Mexico suddenly have a connection with a whole Mr. Frost and she did not? Some things were just not adding up and the aroma of fish could be smelled all round her vicinity. Perhaps Percy was right afterall, Collins actually allowed his wife to open her legs for Mr. Frost. Mr. Frost might have even requested for more leg opening sessions from Candace, and as a result, he would make Collins well known. That could be the only

"Oh! There's no mask at hand, but don't worry Mr Frost, you will be fine, no one will recognize you, not even the Davenport and Miss Candace." Beatrice assured Nathan and he decided to drop the issue. When they were done dressing Nathan up, he looked a lot different from the Collins that was known, he was not Collins or Nathan at that moment, he was Mr Frost, a strict billionaire in London. "Dim the light," Nathan told Beatrice. "What, boss? You can just take a few steps to meet Miss Candace from this room." She didn't seem to get what was going on. "Do as I said Beatrice, I need to prove some things to some dumb people." Nathan shoved his left hand in his pocket while the other held a dark shade and knowing that the hallway must have been cleared by the guards, he walked out of the room. When Nathan walked into the hall, the silence that welcomed him made it look as if nobody had ever uttered a word since the coronation began.He raised his shade in such a slow motion that th