Melting Her Cold Heart
Chapter 69. Trevor Goldman

Chapter 69: 69. Trevor Goldman

Meanwhile, as the plane landed at Easton Airport, Nicholas emerged with his cane in hand to stabilize his movement. Albert walking by his side, and a few body guards followed behind them. Even though they did nothing to garner attention, many were still able to recognize the current patriarch of the Legend family, and this gathered attention.

"I often wonder if people have nothing important to do than to cluster up like this," Nicholas uttered as they walked through the sea of people who, without a doubt, were waiting for some celebrity. Who in their right minds would leave their homes, abandon the jobs, and just stand for hours waiting for someone who might or might not give them face?

Albert smiled. He shared the same sentiment, but he didn’t voice it out.

Is that Mr Legend? What is he doing here?" Someone from the crowd of people said, curiosity filled her tone as she asked.

"Who knows," someone beisde her shrugged. "Maybe some business deals? Who are we to inquire about?"

Questions like these came from different places around them, but their steps did not falter. If anything, it only made Nicholas more indifferent to their insignificant words.

"This way, Sire," Albert said as he came forward upon seeing the one who had come to receive with a placard with the Legend name boldly written on it.

"Mhm," Nicholas hummed and gave a nod as he followed Albert’s lead.

"Welcome, Master. It is my..."

"Let’s leave this place, and it’s people before I lose my temper," Nicholas immediately onterrupted him before he could say more words of fkatery. He had had enough of the blatant stares and words of the crowd.

"Y...yes sir," the man with the placard replied and quicklyed them to the waiting cars.

Nicholas, as always, sat at the back alone while Albert sat beside the driver. The ride was silent, but no one made an attempt to dispel it. As the silence stretched and the car drew nearer to their destination, Albert looked at him through the rare view mirror, and he spoke.

"Would toy prefer to rest at the villa or a hotel, Master? The Legend estates have been oreoared ans tready for your arrival," He asked. The driver side eyed him, and he could see the gratitude in the younger man’s exeoression.

"Neither," came Nicholas’ replied. His tone is calm but carried out the kind of intensity and authority that makes everything he days sound like an order. One that could not be ignored or disobeyed. "I want thus true to end as soon as possible."

"....To the Goldmans then?" He asked, feeling skeptical.

"Yes," Nicholas replied.

Albert gave the driver a nod after a moment of hesitation. He then pulled out his phone and made the arranmeged... to try to bring the meeting forward.

After a few more minutes on the road, the car came to a stop in front of a grand and impossing mansion. The Glodman mansion was as inpossing as its owner, leaving up to their reputation. The floor was tiled with marble tiles and furniture of the highest quality. The gardens outside rwmineded him if the one at Opulent Oaks, but it wasn’t quite the same. Anyine would stop to take a second look around, but in the eyes Nucholas, there was nothing worth glance. Not when he lived in such grandeur for as long as he could remember.

"Mr Legend," the old butler of the Goldmans, standing just a litter further away from the grand double doors of the mansion called.

Nicholas and Albert made their way up the few flights of stairs and came to stand face ti face with the butler.

"I must say, we weren’t expecting you so soon, Mr Legend. But a friend is always welcome," the butler, with a practiced smile, continued his eyes darting between Nicholas and Albert.

Albert returned his smile with one of his own. "Thank you for having us, Mr Wentworth, and we apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused you," Albert said , shaking the .r Wentworth’s hand in place of Nicholas knowing well that Nicholas wouldn’t hands with anyone beneath him. Unless you were family, you must be of equal standing with him or higher to be acknowledged by him.

Mr Wenthwirth didn’t take offense as he led them inside. The curious eyes of the maids inside didn’t escape their sight, but they could care less. It appeared servant everywhere had the ame habit.

"Return to your duties," Mr Wentworth ordered, his voice stern and controlled. The maids scrambled away as if the floor beneath them had caught on fire. "This way, please," he said to the Nicholas and Albert. His tone now, once again, respectful.

They were taken to an elevator that carried them to the top floor. The ride up there was silent, but surprisingly, Nicholas broke the silence as he asked,

"How is Trevor’s health these days?" Tne two butlers, not expecting him to sapek at all whipped the heads to him, the surprise the felt was betrayed by the expression but the quickly masked it. Albert gave a faint smile while Mr Wentworth expression fell.

"He is still hanging in there," Mr Wentworth replied, and all that Nicholas did was him in response. Anyone would have taken offense at his nonchalant response, but the other two men knew well what kind of man he was.

Nicholas was a man of few words. It was rare to hear him talk much with anyone who didn’t share his blood in one way of another.

The elevator came to a stop with a ding, informing the men that they had arrived. The doors slid open, and Wentworth led them to master bedroom. As he opened the door, the inside came into view. He stepped aside, allowing Nicholas to go in.

With an unreasonable expression, Nicholas stepped in. His steps did not falter even when he felt a sudden pain curse through his eyes at the sight of the man who was the same age as himself.

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