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.

hanging up, he instructed Donny, "Have someone watch her until she gets

Donny nodded.

checked 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 window smoking, standing there for most

came

injured, and you're still smoking? Go to bed and rest. The doctor said you

continuing, "There's always more work

the engagement

will I be like in four years? Orlena, although I always say she's young, she's already 28.

would happen if those people found

to say a word. He knew

the hospital. The day he was discharged, Orlena called him. He looked at the number for a long time before

He thought, his darling

cry, wouldn't

...

experience, manipulating a young girl was easy. He didn't coldly reject her all at once, but slowly began to ignore her, tormenting her and causing

Year's, he returned to his busy life,

becoming the old Mr.

Early spring.

new year, and Orlena had lost quite a bit of weight. She rarely got through to Brett, and when she did, it was usually Donny who answered. Donny's tone

could sense his coldness towards her, but she didn't have the courage to confront him. She could only regularly go to his apartment, hopefully waiting for

wait all

Day, she saw news about Mr.

performance, Ms. Olea changed into a beautiful dress, and Brett stood by her side with his arm around her waist, looking

So, he was in Peterborough, but

welling up in the corners, but she still dialed his number. She needed an

was at the club. When his phone rang, he

Moreno and the others teased him, "What's this? Your

quickly, smiling gracefully, "Just a kid,

play, casually instructing, "Ms. Olea,

bit confused, but as a woman, she sensed that Mr. Brett had a special relationship with this Orlena. For a while, Mr. Brett had been rather cold towards her, but for some reason, they had recently

she knew the truth-that his warmth was but a façade. Behind closed

phone, for

other choice, Ms. Olea took the call, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

audibly quickened. After a beat, she

up.

chuckled, "Kids these days, can't keep their cool for long. Always calling... so

laughter was chilling,

got into his car. "Where

stared out the window, lost in thought. Finally, he muttered, "Let's swing by the

place that once held such sweet memories. As expected, Orlena was still there. She had

heart aching for

for him? Why hadn't she gone to

picking her up gently. But she

with tears, stared at

his name, tears spilling over. But she didn't

at him,

heart twisted. He settled her on the couch, gently stroking

soft. "Orlena, stop waiting

at him blankly, a bit