My Repentant Brothers by Grace Edith

Chapter 110

Bryan had exhausted the last bit of kindness he had for Madeline.

"This kind of woman is just ungrateful," he thought.

No matter how beautiful they looked, he was not interested anymore.

There were many beautiful and obedient women in the world, and he was never short of women.

Moreover, his mother was coming soon. Madeline beat him up, and now she would have no way out. 'Unfortunately, she's a brainless beauty, and here I was, thinking that society was a simple place!" he thought. Bryan sneered. Bryan could already foresee how miserable Madeline would be later.

"Keep talking tough. I'll see how long you can keep at it."

He took out the lighter and lit a cigarette.

"Little girl, don't think you can talk nonsense as you like." Harold couldn't help smacking his tongue and looking at Madeline like she was a fool. "Mr. Labiche and your brother are different. Your brother is no match for Mr. Labiche's status! Now that you have offended Mr. Labiche, even your brother can't protect you. In fact, even when your brother was at his peak, he couldn't compare with Mr. Labiche. If you think that your brother can protect you, you are wrong."

"That's right. If it had been before, Mr. Labiche might have given your brother some respect," Lillian also added, adding fuel to the fire. "But this time is different from the past. Labiche Group has gone public, and the Larson family is practically bankrupt. Going against Mr. Labiche is like courting death."

She smiled as she touted Bryan's ability.

Madeline glanced around at these people.

She was not interested in them and didn't care about their grudges.

She pursed her lips and asked curiously, "Is the Labiche family really so impressive? It's strange. I have never heard of anything about the Labiche family."

Lillian frowned and said, "That's why you are a country bumpkin at the bottom of the social hierarchy! Of course, you don't know about this kind of upper-class family."

Everyone here thought Madeline was courting death and trying to seek out Bryan's bottom line.

Bryan was not a kind person, and Madeline would have to pay the price.

But they were all enjoying the scene. Since they were not the ones who were at risk of being burned, they were not afraid of the fire.

"Madeline, I know you..." Harley began in a low voice but did not finish the sentence. "But this is my business. As you said, we are not brothers and sisters anymore. Don't interfere with my business."

He didn't want to owe any more favors, especially from Madeline.

to punish him. The question is... what does this have to do with Harley? What did he mean when he said I was interfering with his business? He really

Bryan's mother, Heidi Labiche,

her son was beaten up, she

she treated him like

his way at

someone be so bold as to hurt my son? Do they have a death wish?" she fumed

"Who hit my son?"

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voice sounded at

luxurious clothes with shoulder-length hair coming

her.

her eyes full of admiration with an unmistakable trace of

else muttered among

all, this was the lady of the

great value. This was the lady of an

that I'm some random nobody they can simply beat up. Look at my hand. It's probably broken, and it hurts so much. Mom, you should let those ignorant people know what sort of power our family has." "Hmph!" Heidi held her bag and said indifferently, "Our family can easily squash any insignificant person like an

her face, which was well-maintained. She went on, "Our whole family values this son. If anyone dares to hurt him, it means they outright disrespect

Harley and said, "Mrs. Labiche, it's all him. Mrs. Labiche used to be jealous of Mr. Labiche's family.

him at a

Chamber of Commerce. However, now that the Larson family offended Glorious Group, the former was

business used to be small, at least the Larson family used to

Now, they were nothing.

not know your own capability? Do you need me to remind you of the Larson family's

rolled, and his face was bruised. It was obvious that his injuries were

clear. Bryan was picking on me. I don't think I was

hand high and

the slap

was turned

soon turned red and swollen

did not hold back. She hated this scum of a

touch

tone was sharp and mean, sounding high and mighty and