Alex with his hand still stretched forward had his eyes on Nathan. With the way he sat down there on his seat like a robot without blinking his eyes, Alex thought that he must have offended him with the friendly greeting. He cleared his throat and withdrew his hand back to himself, "So sorry about that." He took the seat that was ushered to him by Beatrice and then intertwined his hands on his lap.Alex was expecting Nathan to talk, at least he should say something other than swallowing him up with his eyes, while Nathan was trying to cup in his rising desire to grab Alex in the throat and choke him to death. 'He has not changed a bit.' Nathan thought to himself. One of the reasons that got Nathan silent and watching was to give Alex some time to keep him in and maybe he could recognize him. If Alex could, it would be a disaster, but if he couldn't, then Nathan would gain the upper hand. And it turned out that Alex couldn't recognize Nathan, all he saw was a man who seemed to be

“What? What do you mean she doesn't have cancer? She said she does and her family said the same thing too.” Nathan said, trying to dampen the fact that he had always been right. He had been right all along. “Did my tests over and over again and I got the same results. As a matter of fact, she has been taking pills that have been damaging to her body, weakening her immune system. This is going to slow her recovery from the food poisoning, if this whole thing was planned, I must say sir that this person really did your wife dirty.” the doctor exclaimed. Nathan placed his hand over his head and looked at his dear wife in pity and sadness. The lady had gone through a lot. Why did the Davenports have to be this evil? He grabbed a chair and sat down to allow his worry get to him. “But will she be fine, doctor?” Nathan asked. “Well, that is up to the doctors treating her. They are doing a great job and we can only hope and pray that your wife gets better, Mr. Frost.” Doctor Clerk rep

Nathan’s pulse quickened, matching the beat of his heart as he watched the scene unfold below. The car's sleek form barely stopped when Alex stepped out, his face adorned with that familiar, smug grin. Nathan's gaze was locked on the car, anticipation building with each passing second. The back door swung open, and a woman emerged, her posture poised and graceful. He moved closer to the window, straining to see her face. The woman exuded an air of sophistication, dressed in a chic ensemble that whispered of affluence. But what caught Nathan’s eye was the flicker of hesitation in her movements, as if she were a stranger in a familiar land. Could it really be Kamsi? His whom he left for five long, fucking years? Nathan's hands clenched into tight fists, his knuckles pale. Memories surged—her joyful laughter, her pure innocence, and the bitter day he walked away from it all, leaving her behind. She was the sweetest soul ever, the only person he truly lived for. Kamsi was the one who

"Complicated, huh?" Nathan murmured, almost to himself. He studied her closely, noting the slight flinch when Alex shifted beside her. It was subtle, but it spoke volumes. Kamsi was scared, and not just of the man sitting before her. He turned his attention back to Alex, who was trying to maintain a composed facade. Nathan knew he was pushing the limits, but he didn't care. This wasn't just about business or power. This was personal. This was his family, his life. "Mr. Frost," Alex began again, his voice strained, "if you're interested in discussing business, we can set up a proper meeting." Nathan's gaze was ice-cold as he locked eyes with Alex. "This isn't about business, Alex. This is about family." His voice was low, but the menace was unmistakable. "I want to make sure Kamsi is being treated well. And from what I can see, she doesn't look well at all." Kamsi's eyes widened, and Alex's face flushed with anger. "Mr. Frost, with all due respect, my sister's well-being is none

Enrique's face contorted with rage. "Are you two out of your damn minds?! Get out of my house before I unleash my wrath upon your two dumb asses!" He lunged at the officer, fists swinging. But the officers were not meant to be trifled with. They weren’t just any officers but highly trained military personnels who’s blows could disfigure a person’s jaw. Chaos erupted as two officers grabbed him, trying to subdue him. Enrique struggled violently, screaming profanities. "This is bullshit! You can't do this to us! We're the Davenports, damn it!" “Yes you are the Davenport, but that means nothing. Here, within the walls of this house you hold a name. But when you get to prison, you are a criminal and a murderer.” One of the officers smacked Enrique on his shoulder. The officers wrestled Enrique to the ground, cuffing his hands behind his back. "Stop resisting, or we'll have to use force," one of them barked. Enrique spat at the officer's feet, his face twisted in fury. "You pigs th