Chapter 239

Late into the night.

Brett had just returned from a networking event in Brockville, slightly tipsy, leaning against the sofa. His butler brought him a cup of black coffee to sober up. He raised his hand signaling he didn't need it, and the butler tactfully retreated.

Brett's voice was gentle. "What's wrong? Did that jerk mess with you again?"

Eloise shook her head. "No! I just need a favor... um, it's about Orlena! I heard from Harvey that she ran away and it's been two years since she came back home. I was hoping you could keep an eye out for her."

Before she could finish, Brett slowly sat up. He loosened two buttons of his shirt, his voice was barely audible in the dead of the night. "She hasn't been home in

two years?"

Eloise nodded.

Brett fell silent, the sound of his heavy breathing echoed on the other end of the phone. After a long pause, Brett spoke in a low voice, "I'm heading to Peterborough for a business trip tomorrow, I'll drop by to see Linda!"

Eloise, "Really?"

But Brett had already hung up. Otherwise, he would have lost his composure!

The darkness of the night seemed to thicken. Past memories he had tried hard to forget started to resurface. He closed his eyes, as if he could still hear her soft voice.

"Brett, please don't be mad at my brother."

"Brett... will Linda be okay?"

"Brett, you're drunk! Stop drinking... um... Brett..."

...

Brett's face was flushed from the alcohol, reminding him of his misconduct that night. That night, he claimed the girl who was 16 years younger, as if he had lost his mind.

She cried in his arms, calling out for him, "Brett!" But it didn't wake the beast within him.

That night, he hurt her.

The darkness deepened.

Brett lit a cigarette in silence. He knew that with his status, it was best not to get involved with her anymore. He couldn't offer her a future, and he was 16 years older!

past, and she was so heartbroken when she left. He had to know if she

considered himself to have a heart of steel, but the half a year they spent together, and the way she called out his name, "Brett," it softened

he didn't want her

could he

next day, Brett

to the hospital in the morning and returned to the villa in the

afternoon. He didn't mention

five, he said his goodbyes to Eloise. "I have to head back to Brockville. I won't

surprised. "You don't even have time for a

lightly. "I have some work

about it, and as his niece, she

and quickly left. As he got into his car, he sat quietly.

On

spoke quietly, "19 Fifth

him for a long time and naturally knew some things. Mr. Brett had never mentioned it, but there was a half-year period where he would spend one or two nights a week

stopped in front of the apartment on Fifth Avenue, and Brett went up alone. The

was clear from

dusted off a spot on the sofa. He quietly

considered marrying her, but she was too young, and their relationship was more of a fleeting passion. He was entangled in complicated matters, and her naivety

his secretary, his voice slightly hoarse. "Donny, can you look

He

spoke calmly, "Go

back to reality, Donny immediately responded,

up the phone,

he was

In the evening.

him that Mr. Brett had come by. He acknowledged with

Eloise in the kitchen after searching around the

clearly in preparation for Brett's visit. Harvey felt a bit jealous. Since their reunion, she rarely cooked, but today she had prepared so many dishes for Brett. She

never imagined having a date with her in the kitchen. He handed his coat to a servant,

was battering a fish. She glanced at him, teasing, "He's my

playfulness in her eyes and couldn't help but feel attracted. He didn't bother arguing. "Let

command him. "You just spend time with

his voice. "I'd rather be

kitchen staff tactfully

waist, his lips brushing against her neck, his

"I'm not!"

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