The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 284

Max's embrace came without warning, and Paisley's body tensed up instinctively.

It had been a long time since she had been this close to a man, and she wasn't used to it at all, especially when it was someone like Max.

Feeling her stiffness, Max subtly scanned their surroundings. His lips, however, pressed lightly against her ear as he whispered, "I'm sorry. This is just for show. Please bear with it for a moment."

Paisley knew he was putting on an act for the lookouts watching them. Otherwise, she would have slapped him the moment he touched her.

"Alright, I understand," she responded softly, unaware that as she spoke, her lips brushed against the edge of Max's ear.

The lookouts outside couldn't hear what they were saying. To them, it simply looked like a couple whispering sweet nothings.

Over the years, countless people had tried to break apart Max and Tyson's hold over the Godard family from within. But this father and son pair were both notoriously disciplined. Not a single woman had ever successfully gotten close to them.

They gossiped, "Who would've thought? Max usually acts puritanical, but now he's all lovey-dovey with a woman."

"I thought Max and Tyson had some deep bond, but it looks like that's not the case. Tyson's on his deathbed, and Max is still lingering at the door with his girlfriend."

"Adoptive father and son? Please, it's just a relationship of mutual exploitation."

Max had always been Tyson's pawn, used to balance out the other members of the Godard family. And Max, in turn, had hoped to use Tyson to climb the ranks.

In this world, even biological fathers and sons could turn against each other for personal gain-let alone an adoptive father and son with no blood ties.

Seeing Max and his girlfriend embracing, those who were watching became even more convinced that Tyson's days were numbered.

At first, they had thought Max brought his girlfriend to see Tyson one last time. But now, it seemed more like he knew Tyson was no longer of use and had simply brought her along so they could leave together.

in the Godard family. He might even be in danger. Anyone in his position would

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had just received the news. His ambition swelled

window as he offered a

downed the drink in one

and fragrant, sending a wave of warmth from his

the bottle from the side table and glancing at the label. "No wonder my brother

right here in Brightmoor. If you like it, Mr. Godard, I'll

get it. Premium craft wine is only produced once a year, and the quantity

cold glint flashed in his eyes. "How could a new

obsequiously, thinking that before long,

and turned to his subordinate. "Are the doctors

"Rest assured, Mr. Godard. They're all renowned physicians from

for today. Tomorrow morning, we'll go visit my dear brother

chuckle. "That outsider, who isn't even related to the Godard family by blood—why should he be

after their

Though renovated, its structure remained sturdy. The interior still retained its old-world charm-simple and understated,

vintage house like this was not cheap in Brightmoor, and not just anyone could own one. Even Paisley, who was practically a local powerhouse in Brightmoor, had never owned such

in vintage houses-she found maintenance and renovations too much of a hassle. Second, these houses were usually located in old districts or bustling areas, where tourists often

them as sightseeing

thought it was

a quiet environment, like the one owned

was rare. Naturally, that

floors, with an attic at the top. Paisley followed Max, stepping onto the redwood staircase as they made their

this moment,