Chapter 451
Chapter 451:
A second later, Brandon felt something cold press against his abdomen. He didn’t flinch. Narrowing his eyes, he stepped forward without hesitation, closing the distance between them.
“You do realize this isn’t Flesta,” Brandon said quietly. “There are gun laws here.”
Egbert chuckled low, unmoved. His eyes stayed fixed on Brandon as he raised his phone and began dialing.
The phone rang.
Brandon made a move for Egbert’s pocket, but Egbert was quick. He dodged and took a step back. For more chapters visit (.)net
“Hello?” Millie’s voice came through.
Egbert smiled and looked directly at Brandon’s face, taking in the tightness in his jaw. “Millie,” he said smoothly. “It’s me. Been a while. How’ve you been?” The other end stayed silent.
Brandon lunged again, aiming for the gun. This time, Egbert didn’t hold back. He pulled it out from his pocket and raised it straight to Brandon’s forehead. Seeing the fire in Brandon’s eyes, Egbert smirked and said, “I heard you and Brandon got divorced. Congrats!” Millie still didn’t reply.
“So…” Egbert continued, chuckling. “I’m here at Watson Group. Thought we could revisit that old contract we signed years ago. How about you drop by?”
The two men stood locked in silence, eyes unblinking, neither backing down. Around them, murmurs had quieted. People glanced at one another, unsure and uneasy.
The room held its breath. In that moment, it felt like nothing else existed—just the two men facing off, and Millie on the phone line.
Three long seconds passed before Millie finally said, “All right.”
Egbert smiled, already smug, keeping his eyes fixed on Brandon. “Great! I knew you’d—”
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But before he could finish, the line went dead, the flat beep of disconnection filling the silence.
For a moment, he stood there, caught off guard, his eyes dropping to the phone in his hand. Millie had hung up on him.
Before he could react, Brandon seized the moment and reached forward to snatch the gun from Egbert’s hand.
Instinctively, Egbert pulled the trigger. A small flower sprang from the barrel, leaving Brandon frozen in surprise.
“Surprise!” Egbert laughed.
The room exhaled all at once, the tension evaporating like mist.
Brandon let go of Egbert’s hand and turned to Babette and Eugene.
“You two handle things here. If it gets messy, stall. Say we’ll hold a press conference to explain everything.”
“Got it,” Babette replied instantly.
“Understood, Mr. Watson,” Eugene responded as well.
Brandon turned back to Egbert, his eyes hard. “You—come with me.”
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