CHAPTER 25

A Gold Wrangler Rubicon 392 drove in( I know nothing about cars) Charleston international Golfing Centre, It being the latest limited edition attracted attention. Some of the rich generation were surprised but some were jealous.

It stopped and was parked at the reserved parking lot. Not long time after another jeep which was low key parked next to the exaggerated jeep Wrangler.

Fred jumped down the second jeep. He's face carried a cold expression obviously he was forced to come here. He ruffled his black hair making it look messy, some girls and even middle age women couldn't help but hold their breaths. His dad Mr. Lang followed after and he looked like a replica of Fred and of Couse Duh he's his father.

Mr Lang was fifty years old but looked like a thirty year old. He turned his head back and handed his golf cart to his assistant next to him and he saw an old rich lady winking at him making a call me sign, making him nausea.

In the Rich's Jeep, The family of three sat with a serious expression,

"Maeve princess," Maeve who was busy drooling over Fred turned to look at her dad.

"Yes," she answers in a gentle manner to hide her frustration for her fantasy interruption.

"Assistant Zelda Will accompany you to the café, how about that?" She nodded without hesitation; this was an advantage that she was going to hang out with Fred. She jumped down the Jeep with the help of Zelda and ran in Fred's direction.

Fred sat in the corner and seemed to be talking to his dad and there was a beautiful lady besides them,

"You are the last person to disappoint me," Mr Lang spat at Fred who was busy on his phone,

"You should put your arrogance aside and listen for once," The lady signed. This was not the time to deal with him. They were here to make money not play games.

"Now what do you both want from me," He switched his phone and looked at them placing his hands behind his head and laying his head on his hands.

"We have to comply with what they want, and I know that Maeve Henry's daughter likes you so it's well sorted," Mr Lang explained. Both Fred and Blair scoffed, "What?"

"You serious dad? that little bitch?" Blair was a straight forward person and one tough cookie to crack even Fred had no saying and followed whatever she said or instructed.

"Mind you language young girl," Mr Lang growled.

"I have no business with that girl," Fred crumped his nose, he just hated that girl to the core, "She's always pretending and has princess syndrome," He mumbled more likely to himself but Blair agreed with him,

"I usually don't take sides but I agree that with you lil' bro," She smirked. "Speaking of the devil there she is, covering her thick scheming face with fake innocence," Maeve walked to them smiling ear to ear. She had to play her cards and make his family like her so she gave her best shot.

"Hey Mr Lang, Blair and Fred," She stretched her hands to Mr Lang who greeted her back and turned to Blair who also greeted her with the best fake smile ever and because she herself carried a fake smile she understood that Blair didn't like her.

She looked at Fred who never even moved an inch and was busy playing with his phone and felt helpless. Mr Lang who also knew that his son never liked her Just signed in defeat.

"So you are Henry's princess," Blair couldn't keep it in she just felt like tearing the face innocence in Maeve's face. "I've heard a lot about you,"

"It's an honour to finally meet you Blair, I've also heard a lot about you." She smirked darkly and that never escaped Blair's eyes. She looked at the small girl and knew she was not as simple as she looked.

"Well, I'll leave you kids to catch up," Mr Lang stood and left to join Henry. The three kids sat there in silence.

Blair was Fred's older sister. Twenty five years old and an acting mother of their family. She had dark eyes, dyed short blonde hair, carried an icy aura around her she was beautiful and she knew it.