Chapter 450


    Wilton stepped out of the bedroom. He walked over to the balcony on the third floor, propped himself


    up on the railing, and let the night wind breeze through the French windows, rustling his hair. He had a


    scar on his brow, a faint one that everyone assumed was the result of some scrap he got into with


    some hotheaded trust-fund kid.


    He gently traced the scar, and his eyes gradually turned hollow. This scar was from a car ident six


    years ago. Because he was, in fact, Frances. And the one lying in the hospital bed was his younger


    brother, Wilton.


    Six years ago, they were both in a car ident. At the time, the Boswell family was in a shaky position.


    Frances, the heir to the Boswell Enterprises, was involved in a suspicious car crash. Both the Boswell


    boys were hurt, but Wilton got the worst of it, while Frances got off with a few scratches.


    Knowing he was on his way out, Wilton insisted he was Frances to protect his brother. That was how


    they dodged Mina’s plot.


    Seeing “Frances” critically injured, Mina dropped her ns to get rid of him. They found a scapegoat,


    and a drunk truck driver was willing to take the fall.


    The brothers looked so simr that no one noticed the switch. From that day on, Frances lived under


    the name Wilton. He went from being the center of attention to ying the part of a carefree yboy,


    all to make Mina and her lot let their guard down.


    And so it had been for six years. The only ones in the know were the two brothers, John and Morgan.


    Downstairs, a servant saw Wilton leaving the bedroom. Timing it perfectly, he headed downstairs. Mina


    yawned, ready to end the night. The servant reported to her, “Wilton spent 40 minutes in Frances’


    room.”


    Mina nodded and began to head upstairs to rest. Ava trailed behind. She said, “The doctor said


    Frances won’tst much longer, at most half a year.”


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    Mina replied, “He is the eldest son of the Boswell family after all. He should die with dignity, right? It


    wouldn’t hurt to give him a wife before he kicks the bucket, would it?”


    Ava chuckled, “Madam, your arrangement is quite fitting. Let’s have the Santos girl move in next


    week.”


    She continued, “But this marriage arrangement was made by the old man himself, should we give him


    a heads-up? Morgan’s old staff are few and far between now. Boswell Enterprises is practically ours.


    When Frances passes on, it’s only natural that I take over. As for Wilton, his reputation doesn’t exactly


    scream ‘heir to the Boswell throne.”


    Wilton, the yboy who only knew how to spend money and have fun, just needed to be given some


    money to live on. They had no ns to give him a position at Boswell Enterprises.


    “But now, Boswell Entertainment is under Wilton’s control.” Ava said.


    Mina responded, “It’s just Boswell Entertainment. It won’t make much of a difference.”


    The next morning, Daisy received news from the Boswell family that Madam Boswell wanted to see


    her.


    She asked while munching on her sunny-side-up eggs, “Do I really have to go?”


    Rosie looked at her and answered, “Of course, she will be your future mother-inw after all. How


    could you refuse when she wants to see you? Plus…”


    Seeing her mother trail off, Daisy asked, “What else is there?”


    At this point, Wyatt chimed in, “Also, the Boswell family is pretty much under Madam Mina’s control


    now. If Daisy really wants to live a good life in the Boswell family, she needs to get past Mina.”


    Daisy nodded, “I understand.”


    Rosie wore a worried expression, “I never agreed with Daisy marrying that boy from the Boswell family.


    Because I fear he doesn’t have long to live.”