The Fanny’s were yet to hear news of Brian Patrick being the true heir to the Saint Don group. Like many people out there in Rio Hondo the Fannys still thought their son-in-law Zion Don was still the heir to the Saint Don group.
Lisa Bake was very much excited to receive Zion when he came around except for his scooter. Lisa Bake hadn’t seen Zion on a scooter.
At the time, I, the world richest man impounded all the cars from him and limited him to only a scooter since he declined the offer of being my personal assistant. Although Zion found it offensive yet he preferred to being my personal assistant to staying with Collins Peters, his true father who was a poor gardener.
Certainly I knew I wasn’t going to mete any punishment to Zion Don because Zion never ill-treated me when I was a nobody; Zion wasn’t on my black book, so the job of a personal assistant I offered to him came with a wonderful benefit like a car and house.
Although Zion had sighed, raised a brow at me and walked out on me, he knew he was going to come back for the job and when he did the door would still be opened to him.
Zion was my only cousin and I would want to be of help to him.
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Back at the Fannys villa, Fanny Luis and entire household got themselves busy with top-notch preparation for a warm reception they would be giving the world richest man, upon his arrival.
Two days ago Fanny had gotten an official phone call from the world richest man about his visit to their villa for a business talk. Fanny’s head had lit with profound gratitude and since then he had commanded all hands to be on deck for the preparation of his visitation.
“Aren’t we the most honored family in the world right now,” Lisa Bake said as she trimmed the flowers.
Melissa blushed. She was busy with the colorful decorations of the lounge with velvet ribbons and gold-colored cards since she had the news from her father, she put a call across her friends to join her in the villa to honor the visitation of the world richest man.
“Yes, we are, granny, being in laws to the Saint Don family is no mean feat. Can’t you see how everyone in Rio Hondo wants to associate with the Fanny’s now? We have suddenly increased our fame and affluence just because I am married to Zion Don.”
Lisa bake let out a contagious smile as she commanded the chef to ensure the dishes were sumptuous and tantalizing.
“I wish Saint Don had other male children, you know. I would have arranged a marriage between them and my cousins. Can you imagine that my cousin, Mary Vira, Rebby Loya and Tasha Vim are still single even at age forty-five? Lisa Bake sounded after she paused trimming the flowers.
Melissa shook her head in disapproval, “Quite unfortunate for them…”
Lisa Bake interrupted, “Not really, Melissa these three pretty women want to marry from a highly profiled family just like you did. The Saint Don family would be a perfect match for my cousins. Do you know what it means to be married to son to the world richest man? You are highly favored Melissa.”
Melissa blushed yet again. She paused whatever she was doing to gaze upon the diamond ring on her finger. With her gaze on the ring she couldn’t stop appreciating Zion Don for coming into her life. For a moment she thought divorcing me was the biggest victory in her life.
“Who knows what would become of your mocker ex husband now?” Lisa Bake said, dragged a frown that befitted thought of my personality in her head. She sighed, “He could probably be roaming the streets of Rio Hondo riding on his scooter as a poor delivery boy.”
Melissa chuckled and almost choked on her breath. Aside poverty, I was an epitome of mockery to the Fannys , even before I went to jail, I was never allowed into the sitting room. Whenever I came around to check upon my wife, Fanny Luis would order security to stop me outside and while Melissa would step out to meet me.
“The last time I saw him, he was speeding on his scooter to deliver foods to the neighborhoods of Santa and it offended my integrity to think that Brian Patrick had been my husband all along. Granny, sometimes I wondered if he used voodoo on me,” she intoned and lowered her gaze shamefully.
Lisa Bake hissed swiftly, “That son of a nobody could do it. I don’t think you ever got intimate with him because he stinks, even before going to prison. Now you see reasons with me why he should be divorced. Zion Don befits your status.”
Lisa Bake was yet speaking when the gate yawned open and hundreds of well-suited security personnel ran into the compound to make way.
“Your father-in-law is here Melissa, go right away and change into a more decent dress. The high-waist coral English dress would do,” Lisa Bake whispered.
The fleet of Lamborghini, Maserati, Bughati, Rolls Royce Phanton, Austin Martin sped into the compound in their glory. Heavy dust accompanied their screeching halt. The hundreds of security stood erect in a straight file, with their chest puffed out and in unison.
Another set of security in special tailored suit alighted from the Maserati and scuttled quickly to the gold –plated, alloy-wheeled Lamborghini Hurrucan, bowed before opening the door.
Once my elegant shoes touched the ground, the hundreds of security bowed their heads and hailed, “Here comes the arrival of the world richest man, Mike Don, heir to the Saint Don Conglomerate!”
My ego stood on my shoulders as I stood strut. I was in cowboy hat, striped royal sleeves from the royal home of England, Italian tuxedo, which gaped to reveal my thick hairy chest and diamond necklace on my neck. Gently, I took off the customize sunshades on my face.
It was then Lisa Bake recognized me. Her eyes dimmed and brow narrowed, “Is that not Brian Patrick? Or is my old age deceiving me with bad sight?”