Chapter 294

Daniel and Patricia weren't in bed yet; they were in the living room, binge- watching TV and playing with their dog.

When Brandon barged in out of the blue, they were both caught off guard, exchanged a quick glance, and hesitantly stood up.

Brandon scanned the swanky living room decor before setting his sights on Daniel and Patricia. "This house was left to me by Grandpa, and as of tomorrow, I'm taking it back. You guys need to find somewhere else to crash."

Daniel was fuming.

Brandon glanced at Daniel. "You two still have about 15% stake in the company. Every time you go crying to Sophia, I'll snatch 5% back until it's all gone. And those bank cards in your names? If there's any financial foul play, the company can freeze 'em. We've got a laundry list of money issues between us."

"Are you out of your mind?" Daniel lost his cool and started to go off on Brandon.

"Yeah, I'm crazy," Brandon replied calmly, contrasting Daniel's rage, "so next time you open your mouth, weigh your words carefully unless you want to dig your own grave."

"What kind of spell did that woman cast on you? To go to such lengths against your own folks for her?" Daniel bellowed, "If I'd known, I would've stopped you at all costs, never letting her through the door."

Patricia quickly intervened, trying to soothe the situation with a gentle voice towards Brandon.

"Brandon, we're only looking out for you. Let's talk this out. It's not like we can't settle this issue. Handling things this way is only going to stir up more trouble between us and Sophia."

Brandon slightly curled his lip, "Haven't I given you enough chances to talk things out? How did that turn out? You took advantage of me being busy at work to mistreat her. Didn't you think that was escalating the conflict?"

Patricia was left speechless.

"I've been too lenient with you in the past. Reasoning only works with those who can think straight," Brandon said, looking at her, "Once you have this discrimination on her, you lose the ability to think clearly. No point wasting my time."

"Besides, don't overestimate your importance," Brandon continued, "Your approval means squat to her, or to me. If you want a peaceful life, zip it. Know what you should stick your nose into and what you shouldn't. I'm sure I don't need to remind you."

"You're really biting the hand that feeds you," Daniel's temper flared again, "I'm telling you, as long as I'm breathing, she won't have the chance to set foot in this house again."

Brandon gave him a look. "It's you who's about to be kicked to the curb, don't get it twisted."

He then called out to the house, "Nell."

Nell, the butler, who was busy in the garden, hurried inside. "Mr. Brandon, what's up?"

"From tomorrow, make sure Daniel and his wife start moving out," Brandon ordered coldly, "They have a week. If they're still here after that, no need for pleasantries, just call the movers."

With that, Brandon turned and left.

"You do what you gotta do, I won't let her off easy," Daniel's roar echoed from behind, "A grown man, played like a fiddle by a worthless woman, it's a disgrace

to the Crawley family name. I won't let her get away with it."

so you go

it wasn't for her, our family wouldn't be in this mess," Daniel shot

coldly, "Daniel, you're old

his face still

to reflect, always pushing the

have a single trace

Daniel remained silent.

hope what you just said was a slip of the

left the rest

home when he ran into Don, who was

are you

his door, pressing

soft "beep," the lock disengaged, and Brandon pushed

pissed off for his

closing the door and then looked

each other's throats again, and

you can show yourself

the door again and headed towards the living

fazed by the cold shoulder, his face still sporting

say I agreed, did I?

he turned back

what brings

a swift motion, and poured himself a generous drink.

approached, "Don't be stingy,

glass, but before he could touch

"Pour your own!"

downed his drink in one

him, "Feeling that bad,

a sidelong look but remained

go, and then slammed the glass onto the bar, leaning on the counter with his

help but look in his

had his poker face on, the kind that was

over his shoulder, "Got

The reply came back ice-cold

from his shoulder, turned his head,

worried that you might be sulking at home, drowning your sorrows in booze," Don said, as he grabbed a glass from the liquor cabinet, poured himself

need it," Brandon said, gesturing dismissively,

on, don't give me the cold

when Brandon swiped the

won't call you a cab

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