“You’ve been aware of his illness in Newfort from the start and chose to assist him in keeping it a secret. I don’t believe you have the authority to speak for him now.”
The words Brayden had intended to convey got caught in his throat and he uncomfortably cleared his throat.
“Yes, but…”
Recognizing that now wasn’t the opportune moment to broach the subject, Brayden wisely redirected the conversation, stating, “This matter truly pertains to the two of you and it’s not my place to interfere. As for Lydia’s situation, I must express my gratitude. If you ever require anything from me, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Hannah acknowledged his sensible words with a nod.
“I’ll give you credit for your rationality. You can head back to Valmere now. If there’s a need, I’ll inform you.”
Upon witnessing Hannah drive away, Brayden dialed Bryson’s number.
“Bryson, I’ve encountered a slight complication and must return to Valmere.”
Bryson had just concluded a confrontation. He casually wiped blood from his hands and responded in a cold tone, “Go ahead.”
“There’s another matter as well. Miss Moore is also bound for Valmere and she’s not only being monitored by the Mitchell family but is rumored to have other parties keeping tabs on her. There are concealed risks…”
With the phone in his grasp, Bryson maintained his stoic expression.
“I understand. You return to watch over her on my behalf. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
After ending the call, Bryson gazed downward at the blood-soaked figure sprawled on the ground.
The man implored Bryson, “Mr… Mr. Mitchell, we weren’t responsible for that… The Enchantment Casino shareholders… they forced our hand… We had no other option.”
“I have no interest in those details. I simply want to know who commanded your surveillance of Hannah,” Bryson retorted, his voice icy.
The man was in such agony that he dared not fib.
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“I honestly don’t know! We’re not privy to the identity of the orchestrator!”
“Is that so?” Bryson sighed softly, the sound echoing in the dimly lit basement.
“In other words, keeping you alive serves no purpose.”
The man lying prone widened his eyes and beseeched Bryson desperately, “Mr. Mitchell! Mr. Mitchell, spare me, please! While I can’t identify the perpetrator, I do have a lead on who might have tasked us with spying on Miss Moore! Honestly.”
Bryson replied coldly, “You best provide me with useful information.
Don’t deceive me.”
“I wouldn’t dare!” The man dropped to his knees, inching closer to Bryson.
“I wouldn’t dare. I have a suspicion… It might have been the Garza family who commissioned us to monitor Miss Moore…”