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!

heartbroken when she left. He had to know if she was

have a heart of steel, but the half a year they spent

he knew he didn't want her to

what could he

day, Brett

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

two in the afternoon. He

goodbyes to Eloise. "I have to head back to Brockville.

even have time for

have some work to attend

sensed that his mood wasn't great. He didn't want to talk about it,

into his car, he sat

opened his hand. On

quietly, "19

Mr. Brett had never mentioned it, but there was a half-year period where he would spend one or two nights a week

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

and it was clear from

a spot on the sofa. He

too young, and their relationship was more of a fleeting passion. He was entangled in complicated matters, and her naivety was not suited to being his

his voice slightly hoarse. "Donny, can

was taken aback on the other end. He didn't expect

spoke calmly, "Go find

back to reality, Donny

phone, locked

seemed to fade; he was

In the evening.

got home, the servants informed him that Mr. Brett had come by. He acknowledged

Eloise in the kitchen

was making dinner, 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

with her in the kitchen. He handed his coat to a servant, moving closer to Eloise. "Uncle Brett came by. What did

fish. She glanced at him, teasing,

and couldn't help but feel attracted. He didn't bother arguing. "Let me help

hesitant to command him.

voice. "I'd rather be with

kitchen staff

lips brushing against her neck, his words muffled,

"I'm not!"

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