With a never ending frown, Nathaniel reached India in his private jet accompanied by a never ending scowl.

In his black pants and shirt, perfectly rolled sleeves and a button opened with his gloves as his hairs were scattered, flowing along the air.

A gray waistcoat to enhance the devilishly handsome features, seemingly he came prepared and when his eyes fell upon Elton, his jaw clenched.

“Tsk,”

He got out accompanied by his few men, not removing his eyes from Elton who smirked darkly at his arrival. The runway was covered with Zoran’s men.

Resting his hands in his pockets, he walked forth with Amanda and De Villiers following him,...