Chapter 949

As Brodie climbed into the car, he couldn't resist giving Max one last piece of advice.

"The island I'm heading to is beautiful, Max. I'm never coming back. But if you ever need a chemist, you know where to find me. I've got a new lab set up there. The one here in Beaconsfield is a goner, thanks to Dad. I'm here to say goodbye, Max." Michael had sent Brodie as a decoy to gather intel.

But Brodie turned the tables, using this chance to get Max's help to leave Beaconsfield for good. When he said he wasn't coming back, he meant it. His home had expanded from the small town of Beaconsfield to the sweeping expanse of nearly 3.7 million square miles.

Brodie viewed his life as a series of failures-deserted twice, lost his legs, and still hadn't figured out how to live. The townspeople of Beaconsfield likely forgot the confident young man he once was. Now, he was like an old, forgotten parcel in a dusty attic, its contents long overlooked. "Take care, Brodie," Max said, closing the car door without another word. In his mind, this was the best outcome for Brodie.

Brodie pursed his lips, staring out the window for a moment before turning away, not looking back.

Inside the hospital, William and Michael were on the same floor.

admitted. The man had failed his

trembled with anger, clutching his chest as a fit of coughing overtook him. His sons were

only Max

he realized he still harbored hope that Max would

Damn it!

the bed and felt nothing but disgust. William had barely settled into his new position before being ambushed, now lying half-dead. If it hadn't been for a timely rescue,

ten, was still thriving, leading Dorsey International to new heights. The comparison was infuriating. Michael's disappointment in William was as profound as

He had no idea what had happened or why he was in such pain. He had been so careful. How could he have been caught

be? It

voice trembled with panic, especially after seeing the

coldly,

is losing contracts left and right. Executives are resigning, and the stock is plummeting. If I hadn't called Dorsey International myself, how long were you planning to keep me in the dark? Incompetence is your middle name. Max might be overseas, but

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