Chapter 226
Chapter 226:
“I can help too!” Felix jumped in confidently. “I’ve got connections overseas—I can line up investors easily. Worst case, I’ll even put the racing club up as collateral to raise money for the company p>
Watching his children so eager to lend a hand, Brandon felt the tightness in his chest finally loosen.
In the past two years, since Brinley left, the burden of the family business had taken a toll on him. Night after night, he’d been haunted by the fear that one day no one would be left to hold it all together.
But now, faced with the determination in Brinley’s eyes and the gravity in Felix’s expression, the crisis no longer seemed so daunting.
“There’s no need to mortgage the club,” Brandon said with a laugh, ruffling Felix’s hair. “Even if you did, it wouldn’t come close to bridging the gap we’re facing p>
Then he turned to his daughter, a solemn look in his eyes. “Brinley, you’ve built quite a reputation in real estate. I know what you’re capable of. But the whole thing is complicated. Lachlan has his roots deeply embedded in Shaw Group, and I worry p>
“Dad,” Brinley said, cutting him off. “You once built yourself up from a modest seller of construction supplies to the head of Bleron’s real estate empire.” Her lips curved into a calm smile. “Did you forget? You’re the one who taught me everything I know about the industry. Rest assured, I’m more than capable of handling Lachlan p>
She rose from her seat and picked up her phone. “I’ll get in touch with VantagePath Realty’s legal team right away to dig into Lachlan’s company. And I’ll find out why the partners suddenly pulled away p>
Felix stood as well. “By the way, I know a couple of finance reporters. Should we p>
“Don’t you dare take that route.” Brandon’s glare cut him off, displeasure sharp in his voice. “Our family doesn’t stoop to backhanded tricks. We act with integrity and transparency p>
𝘙𝗲a𝖽 𝘁𝘩𝖾 𝘭𝘢𝗍𝖾𝗌t t𝗿𝖾𝗻𝖽𝘴 𝗼𝘯
“Understood,” Felix muttered, then dashed upstairs to change his clothes.
The house grew quieter, leaving only Brandon and Brinley in the sunlit living room. Morning light drifted in through the windows, catching the silver strands in Brandon’s hair.
“Dad, you need to rest,” Brinley said softly, helping him to his feet. “Felix and I will handle the company for now. If you keep pushing yourself without sleep, you’ll collapse p>
Brandon nodded faintly, letting Brinley guide him toward his room.
Just as they reached the doorway, he stopped, glanced back at her, and muttered, “Thank you, Brinley p>
A lump rose in Brinley’s throat, her eyes turning misty. “Dad, don’t say that,” she whispered.
Once Brandon was settled, Brinley returned to the living room and pulled out her phone to call her assistant, Corbin.
Before she could dial, the screen lit up with a message from Austin.
“Good morning, Brinley. What do you feel like having for breakfast? I’ll have it sent over p>
Brinley hesitated before replying. “There’s some internal trouble at Shaw Group. Someone named Lachlan Hussain p>
Shortly after she sent the message, her phone buzzed with a call.