GO, DIE & COME BACK

CHAPTER 5: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Eleven years passed. The Barrels never fall into any sort of argument. Sir Eric and Lady Lynda lived all those years peacefully, looking after each other and showering limitless love on their son, Matt. No one knew that they really loved each other or were just pretending for eleven years, but the peace was undoubtedly seen. Matt had turned twenty-five and was eligible enough to handle his father's businesses. He had changed from a tiny young guy to an incredibly attractive, well-built man who was the epitome of prosperity and health. His once-thin, tall figure had gained muscle over the years from years of commitment to exercise, giving him wide shoulders and an athletic, powerful build. His chiseled jawline and once-angular face had grown more pronounced, contributing to his remarkable look. His complexion had a healthy, sun-kissed radiance, a testament to an active outdoor lifestyle. His black, thick hair was usually well-groomed, framing his face to bring out the angles of his strong features. His rich brown eyes were bright and alive, and they exuded both confidence and a keen intellect. They had a particular allure that frequently drew others in with their warmth and passion. 

Sir Eric was also quite pleased with him. He was no longer worried about his firm. He believed it was in good hands. Matt had also extended the business into a new field that enticed him a lot, which was the collection of antique automobiles. Sir Eric had no problem with that. His son was happy with it and never misused his money for it. Sir Eric had also told Matt about their disturbing history with Bran. He thought Matt had grown old enough to handle his businesses and had the right to know the whole truth. Matt, who had always favored his father, did it that time as well. He promised to be a son that Brandon could never be. Sir Oswald was their new business adviser after Sir Raymond, who was still behind bars. Oswald was an old guy with a calm dignity and simplicity about him. He wore a well-fitting gray suit, a clean white shirt, and a modest tie—understated, traditional apparel suited for a financial advisor—without any gaudy accessories. His friendly, kind smile and well-groomed gray hair conveyed his years of knowledge and practical approach to his business. Despite being efficient, his workplace was plain, a reflection of his modesty and commitment to his clients over personal excess. He had a cool, collected manner, and he seemed wise and trustworthy. He didn't put on a big show. Instead, he let his knowledge and moral character speak for themselves.

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One day in September, an international antique automobile exhibition was organized in Ravelston. Various wealthy families participated in that. Barrels was also one of them. Diversity was the foremost trait of that exhibition. Three-wheeled cars, newly painted wagons with huge protruding engines, old motor-cycles with side-cars, and many more. Matt had also presented two wagons that were extraordinarily designed.

Later in that event, Matt's life took a new turn. His eyes met those of Nina Clark, the daughter of Sir John Clark. She was a charming, elegant, and breathtakingly attractive woman. Her way of life demonstrated her accomplishment, and she exuded the self-assurance of someone who had accomplished a great deal on her own. Her flawlessly done, rich auburn hair created a smooth, flowing wave pattern that framed her face and accentuated her radiant skin. It was love at first sight for Matt. During the entire event, he was least concerned about vehicles. His eyes kept searching for her whenever he couldn't find her, and when he did, he kept on discovering her. He was so engrossed in thinking about her that he didn't even notice when she stepped in front of his area of presentation. When he came back and found her just before him, he was out of his senses. She was the real definition of beauty. She had a fascination for him. "So, you are Matt Barrel?" She asked, "I've heard a lot about your vehicles. They say you are a cynosure today."

"They say a lot of things." Matt chuckled. "I never caught your name."

"I'm Nina Clark." She extended her hand for a handshake. "He is my father, John Clark," she said, pointing at an old man who was looking quite well off. He was tall and thin, with a body that demonstrated consistent exercise and a focused dedication to maintaining fitness. His athletic physique, which included wide shoulders and a slim waist, suggested a life that combined work and physical fitness. His short, slightly ruffled hair, which was a beautiful chestnut brown with subtle silver strands interwoven throughout, gave him a youthful yet sophisticated appearance. His skin was flawless, save for a few fine creases that gave him some character, and his complexion was warm with a hint of tan that suggested he had been outside. Sir John approached them. "You have got a great collection, lad. I'm quite impressed, as is my daughter." Matt and Nina exchanged looks, and those glances had something embedded in them.