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.

the rise, Foley—the one married to Everett’s sister Della—was suddenly the son

wasn’t lost on his sons. His recent

it.

affect their relationship with their father. It was driving a wedge deeper

just returned to the Daniels family. Foley used to

things had changed when Derek got engaged to Melinda, with Aelfric’s backing giving him a substantial edge. Foley

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

the shift in both his father’s and Foley’s attitudes. The writing was on the wall: his days of being the favored son

He kept

watched the subtle tug-of-war playing out between his sons, pretending to be oblivious to the tension simmering beneath their respectful nods. “Alright, since you both know what to do, get on with it,” he said, his

they turned on their

they left, the mask of authority Neil wore slipped a bit. His steps were slow and deliberate as he walked forward, the weight of the situation pressing down on him like

own anxieties, but Neil’s anxiety ran deeper. The alliance he’d banked on—the Warren and Brock families teaming up with him against Connor—was crumbling faster than he could patch it up. Confidence had turned to doubt,

Lambert on their side, they might have a shot at taking down

his wake. As for the cost of using that kind of power? Neil wasn’t sure he

caught between a rock and a hard place, Neil’s mind drifted to someone he hadn’t thought