He might act recklessly sometimes, but he wasn’t entirely stupid. At least, he wasn’t stupid enough not to know what Bryson meant.
The truth was that if Bryson wanted to crush the whole Phillips family, it would be as easy as lifting a finger for him.
“Mr. Mitchell…”
Bryson shot him an icy look.
“If you have nothing good to say, you should just leave.”
Henry was so scared that he could barely stand up. Even with his hands braced against the floor, he struggled to get back to his feet.
“Ly-Lydia, I didn’t hear anything! I… Can I leave, please?”
“Get lost!” Lydia snapped at him.
“And remember to close the door when you go!”
“Okay, okay!” Henry scrambled to the door without looking back. He was out in the hall in a matter of seconds.
Once the door clicked shut, Lydia finally relaxed.
“I swear, that rat bastard keeps digging his own grave! I can’t stand being in the same room as him for even a minute! Ugh, good riddance. Enough talk about that idiot.”
Lydia glanced back and forth between Hannah and Bryson.
“So, you two came here together? Did you perhaps…”
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“What’s going on in that head of yours, exactly?” Hannah went over to smooth Lydia’s veil.
“He’s just here for fun.”
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Lydia blinked at Bryson in surprise.
“So Mr. Mitchell indulges in fun moments, too, huh?”
Bryson’s eyes were fixed on Hannah.
“Yes.”
Lydia looked back and forth between them again. She had a good guess about what was going on in his head, but she wasn’t brave enough to expose him.
Peace was restored in the room, while the hall downstairs kept getting livelier and livelier.
Brayden had especially chosen a flashy red sports car to drive today.
He arrived at the Phillip’s residence followed by five other, similar vehicles, and they caused quite a stir as they parked in the driveway.