  &quot;Loosen up and smile,&quot; It always says. But Michael didn t. Though he tried to be polite, a little too polite in fact to everyone, and also managed to hide his impatience well on his lean aristocratic face.
  He listened with forced patience to the requests of money, support, and advice from them while intermittently nodding his head. He knew without a doubt that his assistant had everything noted. And he was going to do all their requests. He was, after all, a son of the community.
  Emily looked at her grandson with eyes fill with pride, her grandson was the cynosure of attention to everyone present in that room and she had also specifically requested the presence of the young beautiful ladies milling around not because she couldn t manage without their help but because she hopes Michael could notice one of them and take interest.
  At six feet five inches tall, it was impos

  &quot;Perhaps the one you have moved with,&quot; She replied in her still calm voice.
  &quot;She might be right,&quot; Michael thought. The women he moved with were the selfish calculating types and it was probably the reason it had never occurred to him to consider any lady in the light of her maternal instincts.
  Plus, he doesn t want to.
  Except for Mitchell. And he wasn t seeing her, yet.
  More than once, it had occurred to him he would have to choose or produce a suitable successor to inherit his power and fortune, but that could wait. Not that he hadn t already lined out options. He had. And he had ruled out every last one except surrogacy and adoption. But he dares not mention that to his grandmother.
  When it comes to reproduction, he has not a sentimental bone in his body.
  &quot;Did you not like any of the ladies present here today?&quot; Emily asked
  Michael begins to

  &quot;When did he start taking interest in other people?&quot; She said, walking away after a while.
  CHAPTER EIGHT
  Michael steps out of the helicopter into the big black glossy four-wheel drive provided for his use from his factory in the village. Two other cars, one containing his bodyguards and the other some of his managers from the company flanked him in front and behind.
  He looked through the tinted glass window at the people, mostly small kids, and adults who were already pulling into a crowd to watch him, it wasn t a new sight to him. It was a sight he had become so accustomed to, one that always greeted him anytime he paid his grandmother visits.
  Just like his grandmother, everyone had come to know when to expect him and even now when it was just one of those surprise visits, they knew that whenever they see a cavalcade like this, it was none other than Emily s grandson

&quot;Loosen up and smile,&quot; It always says. But Michael didn t. Though he tried to be polite, a little too polite in fact to everyone, and also managed to hide his impatience well on his lean aristocratic face.
  He listened with forced patience to the requests of money, support, and advice from them while intermittently nodding his head. He knew without a doubt that his assistant had everything noted. And he was going to do all their requests. He was, after all, a son of the community.
  Emily looked at her grandson with eyes fill with pride, her grandson was the cynosure of attention to everyone present in that room and she had also specifically requested the presence of the young beautiful ladies milling around not because she couldn t manage without their help but because she hopes Michael could notice one of them and take interest.
  At six feet five inches tall, it was impossible for any lady not to be attracted to her grandson, even at a first glance. He was built, tall 

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