She had no idea.
The beggar outside her favorite boutique would soon change everything.
If Lagos had known that one of its most eligible billionaires was sitting on hot pavement in torn slippers, traffic would have paused out of respect.
But Lagos traffic respects nobody.
Kelvin Chukuma, former Wall Street shark of the United States of America, now sat outside a luxury boutique in Victoria Island, looking like a man who had just argued with destiny and lost.
Long dirty beard. Oversized faded shirt. Old slippers. Metal bowl in front of him.
Only his eyes remained the same—sharp, intelligent, calculating.
He adjusted his sitting posture slightly. “From private jet to pavement,” he muttered to himself. “Mother, this better be worth it.”
The Lagos sun was not a joke. It roasted him thoroughly.
Sweat gathered under his fake beard.
A little boy passing by dropped a coin into his bowl and said, “Uncle, sorry.”
Kelvin blinked.
Uncle?
He was 34, not a retired grandfather.
But he acknowledged gratefully. “Thank you, young shareholder,” he whispered.
The boutique doors opened dramatically.
And there she was.
Linda.
Stepping out of her white Range Rover like she was entering an award show.
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