Especially Kemi.
She stood beside the gate wearing gold jewelry and a mocking smile.
“I hope your farmer at least owns shoes,” she sneered.
Then the vehicle appeared.
Not a luxury convoy.
Not security escorts.
Just one dusty old pickup truck rattling slowly into the compound.
Kemi burst into laughter immediately.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “He actually came in THAT?”
The truck stopped.
And a man stepped out.
Tall.
Broad shoulders.
Simple dark clothes.
Dust-covered sandals.
No jewelry.
No designer watch.
Nothing flashy.
He looked calm in a way that almost felt dangerous.
His name was Malik.
And the moment Chika saw his eyes…
something inside her paused.
Because there was no shame in him.
No insecurity.
No desperation.
Just quiet control.
Kemi looked delighted.
“This is perfect,” she whispered cruelly. “You actually belong together.”
Then another vehicle arrived behind Malik’s truck.
A black Rolls-Royce.
The entire compound fell silent.
Kemi frowned.
Mr. Obiora slowly stood from his chair.
And when the driver stepped out to open the rear door…
even the servants stopped breathing.
Tunde Bello himself emerged from the luxury car.
The billionaire heir everyone in Nigeria talked about.
Kemi’s face lit up instantly.
She hurried forward, fixing her dress.
“Tunde—”
But Tunde ignored her completely.
His eyes locked onto Malik.
And suddenly…
the richest man in the compound looked nervous.
Very nervous.
Then something impossible happened.
