Candace was trying hard to keep her happiness to herself as she walked out of the hall. She was pulling everyone's attention towards herself as she walked with a tight smile on her lips, she just won herself a higher respect from the people all because Mr Frost requested a meeting with her. "It's not every day you'll see Mr Frost in the flesh and for him to request a private meeting makes us confused about the relationship between you and Mr Frost. Can you tell us what we want to hear, Miss Candace?" A reporter who stopped her had requested. Candace, not wanting to seem rude decided to speak a few words, "I earned his presence with my hard work and I think anyone could do it and I'm happily married to someone that's not Mr Frost. No, I can't cheat on my husband." And with that said, she continued her journey. She couldn't wait to gist with Collins about everything. She got to where the car was parked and Nathan was not in, she faced one of her guards, "Didn't I inform you to le

“Now, you might be wondering why I am speaking all of these epistles and being emotional. Well, listen, I have no reason. I was doing some meditation recently, and really, I just have to be thankful to Buddha for raining down his blessings on us.” The whole room suddenly became saturated and everyone clapped in applause. Truly, they had been too caught up in their disasters and hating on each other that they had forgotten to be grateful for the opportunity handed on a golden platter to them. Nathan simply stood there, stoic. He like the little family reunion and hoped it would last, even though he knew it would not. After all of his years walking the thorns of this earth, he had come to the realization that when money and power is involved in any system, there always tend to be problems. Especially when you have greedy people like Vivian and Gerald and Donald and practically all of them! ‘But no, Nathan, not right now. You need to flow along in the joyous moment.’ He said to him

Then, walking round the table, he began pouring the wine into each glass with exaggerated flourish. Nathan noticed that when he got to Candace’s table he delayed a little and did some strange things. But he pushed away any negative thoughts. He was probably being a pessimist. To Gerald’s surprise, the quantity of the drink was really small, compared to what he had imagined. And though he did not show it on his face, he hoped that the price would be worth the quantity. When he got to Nathan’s side, he turned the bottle, but the only thing that came out was a tiny drop of red liquid followed by a hollow sound of an empty bottle. “Oops, I guess Collins is always unfortunate. He did not get to taste the finest wine after all." Nathan looked at the empty glass in front of him and then back at Gerald, his eyes glinting with amusement. "It's alright, Gerald," he said smoothly. "I can imagine the taste just fine. And it smells really expensive" Gerald snorted and took his seat, baskin

“I said," What is going on? " What did you do to her?” He asked, facing the other members of the family who were not as worried as he was. But in that moment, as he opened his mouth, it was like thunder from heaven struck, sending lightning bolts to everyone’s body. They had ever seen Collins so upset. “We don’t know, Collins, maybe she ate a bad meal, don’t blame us.” Anita responded, acting concerned. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t, Nathan didn’t care. The fact that they did not really show any sign of care itched his eyeballs. “Yes, I mean, it may be her cancer too, she has acted this way before.” Racheal added. “Fuck you, why are you sitting there? Call the emergency ward. Aren’t there any in this eatery?” He roared. But there was none. It seemed like all the medical staff did not come to work today. What?? Why today? Nathan then quickly raised Candace while her body was still shaking. He did not know what had occurred, but if what he was thinking was true, then he vow

“What happened to her? Is she fine? What did the doctors say?” Vivian and the rest of the family began running down the hallway towards Nathan who was talking to the doctor. The whole family wasn’t there. There were just Vivian, Anita and Donald and his wife, Rachel. Nathan gave each one of them a dead look, then he charged towards Donald, grabbing him by the collar. His eyes were a fiery furnace and Donald could feel Nathan’s hot breath on his skin. “What the fuck did you guys do? Who poisoned my fucking wife? Who?!” Nathan roared and his veins could be seen bulging from his neck and forehead. He shoved Donald against the wall, his grip tight and unyielding. The rest of the family stared in shock, not used to seeing Collins lose his composure like this. Donald stammered, trying to regain his footing and some semblance of dignity. "I-I don't know what you're talking about! We didn't do anything to her, I swear!" His voice wavered, betraying his fear. Vivian stepped forward,