“I’m just too lazy to worry about their games,” he added nonchalantly.
Hannah was taken aback by his blase attitude, a look of disbelief painted across her features. “But the Mitchell Group is something you poured so much effort into all these years. Are you really okay with letting them jeopardize it all?” she probed, her voice tinged with incredulity.
Bryson remained unfazed, shrugging his shoulders with a casual attitude. “If something does happen, I’ll deal with it then,” he declared confidently.
Hannah nodded, understanding his point of view. “Then you must also know about Tyshawn’s
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girlfriend, Madeline. She has been with him lately, right?” she asked, curious about his knowledge of the situation.
“Certainly!”
A faint smile curved Bryson’s lips as he revealed to Hannah, “She’s not who she says she is.”
“For real?” Hannah blinked in disbelief. Bryson nodded, his expression turning serious. He placed his finger to his lips in a gesture for silence.
“Don’t breathe a word of it to anyone just yet. There’s something off about her. Let’s observe her for a while longer.”
Hannah understood and nodded, her curiosity piqued. “Alright. I understand.”
As their conversation shifted to business, Hannah’s simmering anger and resentment dissipated, as though they were never there to begin with.
After they were done talking, she peered at Bryson with concern. “You should go in and eat some more. You haven’t eaten much tonight.”
Bryson shook his head, dismissing her concern with a wave of his hand. “I’m fine.”
Glancing down at his watch, Bryson said, “It’s getting late. I might have to deal with a contract with Brayden within the next few days, so I’ll head back now. Let Grace stay with you for a while. Can you look after her?”
Despite his earlier dismissal of the company’s matters, Hannah couldn’t help but snicker inwardly at his request for a favor.
“Alright, seeing as you’re asking me for help, maybe you could give me some money for my troubles?”
In a swift movement, Bryson tossed something towards Hannah, who reflexively reached out to catch it.
It was a bank card. “Spend as you wish,” he instructed, his voice calm and casual.
A mischievous sparkle lit up Hannah’s eyes as she held the card between her fingers.
“You’re saying I can swipe as much as I want? If I go wild with it, you’ll be out on the streets,” she warned playfully.
Bryson remained unfazed, his expression conveying a sense of shamelessness. “If I go broke, you’ll support me, right?” he asked, a cheeky grin playing on his lips Hannah rolled her eyes, responding with a snarky retort. “Dream on! Who’d want to support you? Are you really that eager to leech off me? You are the CEO of the Mitchell Group, after all,” Hannah challenged, raising an eyebrow.
Bryson met her gaze, his eyes burning with an intensity that took her aback. “Yes, I’d love to Live off you,” he replied.
As his words hung in the air, Hannah’s face flushed a light shade of pink.
She clutched the bank card tightly in her hand, not wanting to let Bryson see the effect his words had on her. With a sharp turn, she walked away, her tone laden with anger as she spoke over her shoulder.
“I’m going to drain that card dry tomorrow!”