Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 775:

Lowering his voice to a near whisper, Neil leaned in close, his eyes narrowing as he delivered a set of instructions to his two sons. “You both understand?” he asked, his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel.

Derek and Foley nodded in unison, the perfect picture of obedient sons.

But behind their silent agreement, wheels were turning. Each of them was running their own game, with no intention of sticking to their father’s plan. Not entirely, anyway.

Neil was less of a father and more of a ruthless opportunist. This was a man who wouldn’t blink twice before sacrificing his own kin if it meant he could get ahead. Derek and Foley knew better than to trust in some romantic notion of fatherly love.

Respect? Sure. But it was respect driven by fear, not affection.

Of course, Neil wasn’t blind to his sons’ thoughts. He could practically see the gears turning in their heads, but it didn’t bother him. He could keep the two in line as long as he held the reins of power. He liked having them dance to his tune, even if they were secretly plotting their own solos.

With Aelfric’s fall from the position of deputy chief instructor of the Doomsday Base and Everett Brock’s rise as the new head of the Brock family, the dynamics among their three families began to shift—subtle but unmistakable.

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Back when Aelfric was still on top, and Derek was engaged to Aelfric’s sister, Neil had shown more favor towards Derek. He was the golden boy with all the right connections.

Everett on the rise, Foley—the one married

lost on his sons. His recent instructions were overflowing with favoritism, now

both picked up on it.

affect their relationship with their father. It was

returned to the Daniels family. Foley used to look down on him with a sneer, seeing him as nothing more than

Aelfric’s backing giving him a substantial edge.

though, the tables had turned again. Derek’s edge was dulling, and Foley’s disdain had returned, sharper

writing was on the wall:

Derek had learned a thing or two about survival. He kept his head down, emotions locked away behind a

their respectful nods. “Alright, since you both know what to do, get on with it,” he said, his tone dismissive as he waved

they turned on their heels and left, each already

left, the mask of authority Neil wore slipped a bit. His steps were slow and deliberate as he walked forward, the weight of

Warren and Brock families teaming up with him against Connor—was crumbling faster than

get Lambert on their side, they might have a shot at taking down Connor. But Neil couldn’t shake the icy fear that dealing with Lambert was like making

his enemies—he obliterated them, leaving nothing but ash in his wake. As

Neil’s mind drifted to someone he hadn’t thought