Coldie's revelation made cold shivers run down the receptionist's spine. Chris stood beside Coldie who was quite hefty than him or even more hefty, he had a a scornful smile plastered on his face.The receptionist's eyes darted on Chris in disbelief. "The grandson of the chairman?" She asked in doubt, her voice shaky.Coldie nodded in response and gave her a strict warning not to bash their young master and if she does, she'll be fired from her job and the chairman would make sure she doesn't get any job in the future.The receptionist pleaded. "I'm so sorry, I never knew he's the Chairman's grandson.""Don't judge a book by its cover." Chris managed to say. He needed to get out of his haggard clothes and get something expensive for himself. The receptionist continued with her apology. Christopher was eager to let what happened slide because he knew it wasn't her fault. If only he had dressed elegantly just like Coldie and the others had.Coldie asked for the staff to show them to the
The sun flickered through Chris's room, reminding him it was time to start another day. He shrugged his shoulders, yawning as he examined the room only to find a pile of clothes arranged on the chair beside the bed.Chris's eyes widened in awe, he remembered his discussion with Coldie the previous night and how he wanted a good set of casual clothes and there it was but how did they manage to get it overnight?He stood up and walked up to the chair, grabbed a shirt, and inhaled it to know if it had been used or not. Just then, he heard a knock on the door and gestured for the person to come in, still sniffing on the shirt.Coldie walked inside the room already prepared for the day, he caught up with Chris's act and furrowed his brows, pinching the space between his brows."Sir, rest assured, the clothes are all new and of great quality. They are pretty expensive so you'll need to pick the best out of it. There are plenty of clothes just for you in the mansion." Coldie informed."What
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally arrived at the mansion walls. The driver informed everyone seated in the car that they'd finally arrived and Chris couldn't hide the immersed joy he was feeling inside.Everyone got out of the car, and after Coldie was Chris couldn't help but examine the spacious surroundings.Just how rich can someone be to own this kind of mansion? It was screaming luxury. Coldie allowed Chris to take his time filling his eyes with the luxury that was in front of him."My mom shouldn't have married my father since she could have just married an elite." Chris blurted out as his eyes were glued to the mansion walls in astonishment. "I wouldn't be suffering if she hadn't gotten married to my dad.""And you wouldn't have been born," Coldie said to Chris in awe as he wasn't expecting Coldie's comeback.Before he could say anything, he saw his grandfather coming out of the entrance of the main building, with some men following him from behind. His grandfath
"Young master, this is your room," Coldie informed as he pushed the oak door open. They both went inside and Chris was welcomed by a large luxurious room that had a spacious king-sized bed sitting at the right corner, heavily guarded with curtains.Chris just couldn't get enough of the luxury he was seeing. He wondered the source of his grandfather's wealth and just a large company can't make him this rich. He walked up to the bed, opened the curtain, and sat on the cozy soft bed, he couldn't help but bounce on it as the softness of the bed was mesmerizing and couldn't be compared to the solid bed he slept in his father's house."Soft." He said. This was unlike any rooms he had seen before even the bedrooms in movies weren't as spacious as this. Everywhere in the mansion was heavily guarded even the bed making him curious but hid his curiosity himself."I know you're wondering why a bed would be guarded by curtains but it's just a style," Coldie said to him with a straight face, unbot
Twenty Eight Years AgoA woman in her mid-twenties ran gracefully in the hallway, holding onto her long gown to save her from falling on the titled ground. Her hair followed the rhythm of the breeze as her ocean eyes sparkled each time a smile crept on her face. She descended the grand stairs, heading towards the sitting room where she knew her father would be."Father." She called as she hastily ran to the sitting room, halting in front of the door while she peeped through the slightly opened door and found her father conversing with a foreign man about something she didn't know as they spoke in a foreign language.She placed her hand on her chest and felt her heartbeat accelerating. "I need to tell him about it, once and for all." She muttered under her breath. After waiting for some minutes, she peeped again and found her father waving goodbye to the foreigner. "It's time." She said her voice barely above a whisper.Once her father was seated, she gently opened the oak door, tipto
Twenty Eight Years Ago "James is a farmer," Grace said with a shaky voice.Her father's response wasn't surprising as she knew he'd yell at her. The man was confused at first, thinking his daughter was playing games with him like she always did but Grace assured him that she wasn't playing games with him this time and should take her words seriously since it's about her life and who she was going to be committed to."Pttf!" He scoffed. "Nonsense!" The man yelled, hitting his fist on the armrest."Father, this is about the person I want to get married to. James is a farmer but he's well-to-do. I'm sure you'll like him....""...shut the hell up, Grace." Her father injected in fury. "Can you hear yourself and the nonsense you're saying?"Grace heaved a sigh of frustration. Her father wasn't making things easy. She wanted to choose who she wanted to be with and not her father doing the reverse. Her sisters' relationship is all messed up because they don't understand the kind of suitors t
Twenty Eight Years Ago The chairman was alone the the sitting room thinking about the encounter he had with his daughter. He started regretting in an instant why he raised his voice at her as that was the first time he had done that since she was born."Hope she hasn't done something stupid." He massaged his scalp, running his finger through his hair as he stood up, exiting the sitting room and heading for his daughter's room when a servant ran hastily to him."Sir, sir." The servant said as she fell on her knees, panting.The chairman was startled. "What's the matter?" For some reason, he thought about the possibilities of the issue being related to his daughter as she didn't leave his presence with a happy state and the servants must have been shocked to see their young mistress in distress as she always kept a happy face even when she was offended but this time was different, she was pained."Sir, the young mistress is about to commit suicide." The servant broke into tears after s
Twenty Eight Years AgoThe next day approached fast as Grace got ready to meet with the acclaimed foreigner that her father wanted her to get married to. She got dressed in a fancy blue dress that radiated and matched the color of her eyes and styled her hair perfectly. She was satisfied with her appearance and headed to where the visitors awaited.She stood in front of the large oak door and took some deep breaths before pushing it open, making her presence known to them.Her father had a warm smile on his face as he was seated on the swivel chair while the foreigner and his father sat opposite her father. The chairman gestured for her to come stand beside him as he introduced her to them."This is Grace, my last daughter." He said with a warm smile as Grace gave a curtsey to the duo."It's a pleasure to meet you sir and same goes for your son." She said, forcing a smile to look neutral and not spoil things for her father."The pleasure is all mine." Said a man with dark red hair as