CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Kelvin’s P.O.V

It was a shock to hear the words of the waiter from the ceremony night. I realized I should refer to him as Mr. London, as he claimed. With Anika's reaction, I understood why she was upset.

Anika still hadn't returned, and it didn't seem to bother "Fred London." He sat with his feet on the CEO's desk, playing games on his phone. I began to doubt his true identity.

"So, Mr. Fred…" I started a conversation to verify his identity. He sighed, paused his game, and turned to me, indicating that I should continue.

"I apologize if what I'm about to say offends you, but I need you to prove that you are truly the Fred London whom our company needs. Finding Fred London is nearly impossible, and doing business with him is notoriously difficult. So, it's hard for me to believe that he would simply show up here and request a partnership with the same company he recently rejected. I find it hard to believe," I said, observing his face for any signs of annoyance, but there were non