Tangled Temptations

Chapter 328

At two in the afternoon, Donny came to pick him up.

Once they were in the car, Donny couldn't resist teasing, "You're looking mighty chipper today!"

Brett smirked modestly, "Just a young lady giving me a hard time. Where's the chipper in that? It's more tiring than anything!"

Donny chuckled suggestively.

After the meeting, Brett emerged, his face a dark storm.

Donny approached him, asking in a low voice, "Something wrong?"

"Let's talk in the car."

Once inside, Brett closed the car window curtains before letting out a sigh, "Remember the project from half a year ago?"

Donny's gaze was intense.

Brett quietly undid a button on his shirt, his voice oppressed, "I recommended Merlin Tucker! But today, during the meeting, we got news that Merlin and his wife were killed in an unexplained car crash."

Donny froze, taking a moment to process the information.

Brett lit a cigarette, but his hand was trembling. It took him a while before he could take a drag. What he didn't tell Donny was that the bodies of Merlin and his wife had clear signs of a violent altercation. In the end, Merlin had protected the project data with his life, and that of his wife.

Someone had to take over the project. Brett was the chosen one; he had no choice but to accept the responsibility.

He held the cigarette with shaking hands, slowly inhaling. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. He had planned to propose to Orlena today, with the idea of getting married after the New Year.

But now, could he still do it? The image of Merlin's wife's brutal death lingered in his mind, refusing to leave.

Even though he didn't say it outright, Donny, being a man of the world, had a hunch. He remained silent.

Just then, their black Audi was jolted violently, causing Brett in the back seat to lurch forward.

The car stopped, and a man in black on a bicycle was looking into the car, his gaze piercing through it.

The driver cursed and made to get out of the car.

Brett, fighting a headache, stopped him, "Don't get out!" Getting out would be more dangerous!

Sure enough, after seeing the car not moving, the man rode off.

Donny climbed into the back seat, checking on Brett's injuries, "Mr. Brett, how do you feel?"

Brett, clutching his ribs, seemed to have broken one. His face was expressionless, his voice bitter, "In the short time it took for the meeting, they received news. This overseas company is really audacious!"

He wanted to catch these people and avenge Merlin and his wife, but for now, he had to focus on his own safety.

His phone rang. It was Orlena. Brett hesitated for a moment before answering, speaking softly, "Orlena, something urgent came up in Brockville. I have to go back."

Orlena was understandably disappointed. So was Brett. However, he dared not go to the apartment now. How many eyes were watching him?

He gently soothed her for a moment.

instructed Donny, "Have someone watch her until she gets home

Donny nodded.

into a private hospital in Brockville. A broken rib and a concussion meant he should rest, but he couldn't sleep. He stood by the

in the morning, Donny came in after handling some

Brett, who was smoking and standing, "You're seriously injured, and you're still smoking? Go to bed and rest. The doctor

bed, continuing,

the engagement ring in

smile on his face, "Look at me, Donny, an old man playing at romance with a young girl! Four years, what will I be like in four years? Orlena, although I always say she's young, she's already 28. In four years, she'll be in

dare to think about what would happen if those people found out about Orlena.

didn't dare to say a word. He

discharged, Orlena called him. He looked at the

ached. He thought, his darling girl must think that her

cry,

...

her all at once, but

busy life,

was becoming the old Mr. Brett

Early spring.

got through to Brett, and when she did, it was usually

sense his coldness towards her, but she didn't have the courage

wait all day, forgetting

Valentine's Day, she saw

dress, and Brett stood

newspaper slipped from her hands. So, he was

tears welling up in the corners, but she still dialed

rang, he paused his card game and silently looked

teased him, "What's this? Your little tail has caught up with you

a kid, how long could

play, casually instructing, "Ms.

Brett had a special relationship with this Orlena. For a while, Mr. Brett had been rather cold towards her, but for

knew the truth-that his warmth was but a façade. Behind closed doors, he barely

the phone, for goodness' sake!" Brett

call, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Oh, Ms. Horigan, how delightful! Brett's out at the club.

end, Orlena's breathing audibly quickened. After a beat,

up.

Then he chuckled, "Kids these days, can't keep their cool for long.

laughter was chilling, his

on, he got into his car. "Where to, Mr. Brett?"

the window, lost in thought. Finally,

As expected, Orlena was still there. She had fallen asleep at

in the doorway, his heart aching for her. How long had she

for him? Why hadn't

her, picking her up gently. But

brimming with tears, stared

his name, tears spilling over. But she didn't dare make a sound,

him, pleading for

her on the couch, gently stroking her hair.

soft. "Orlena, stop

him