Chapter 577
Chapter 577:
Within moments, soft footsteps announced the arrival of a uniformed maid.
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“Please retrieve several bottles from our wine collection,” Brandon commanded, his hand still dabbing at the crimson streak that continued to seep from his split lip. “You’ll find them stored in the wine cellar’s depths.”
Egbert’s gaze shifted to the maid as he rattled off specific vintages, each name rolling off his tongue with practiced precision.
She nodded respectfully toward Brandon before disappearing to fulfill the request.
Egbert studied Brandon’s repetitive motions as he continued blotting his wounded mouth with the back of his hand. With undisguised contempt, he launched a tissue packet from the nearby table in Brandon’s direction. Heavy silence enveloped them both as they waited for the wine’s arrival.
Egbert’s gaze drifted toward the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, where he found himself captivated by the garden’s breathtaking panorama stretching beyond the glass. The scenery proved to be quite stunning in its serene beauty.
His mind inevitably wandered to the knowledge that this magnificent residence had once been Millie and Brandon’s new home, a place to celebrate their marriage. Bitter resentment began gnawing at his consciousness.
Why had fate allowed both Brandon and Myron to claim positions beside her, while denying him the same privilege?
The weight of that injustice settled heavily upon his spirit, crushing him beneath its unbearable burden.
The maid reappeared, bearing the requested wine bottles, before quietly withdrawing from their presence.
Egbert seized his glass and took a substantial gulp of the rich red wine before finally speaking again. “Following your return from Flesta that year, how much time passed before she recovered?”
Brandon’s eyelids drooped slightly as his mind conjured the harrowing events from that period—vivid images of Millie drenched in her blood, her anguished screams echoing in his mind. The recollection pierced his chest with renewed agony.
𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗴⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“More than a month passed,” Brandon finally whispered. “From that moment on, her physical condition never truly regained its former strength.”
Egbert nodded solemnly at this revelation and lifted his glass for another generous drink.
The chamber remained cloaked in oppressive silence until Egbert shattered it once more. “You should understand that, originally, that crucial contract was never meant to bear my signature.”
Brandon’s eyebrows furrowed in a fierce scowl, his penetrating gaze boring into Egbert with unmistakable menace. Egbert deliberately dismissed Brandon’s intimidating glare and poured himself another generous glass of wine.
“You’ve undoubtedly heard stories about my previous disposition and business practices,” he continued. “Even if Watson Group managed to overcome every technical obstacle, what genuine impact could that achievement have had? Even if you had discovered alternative partnership opportunities, globally recognized innovation flows exclusively from my organization. Every other company operates as nothing more than amateur competition. What logical reason existed for my thriving empire to surrender valuable profits to Watson Group, which was little more than an ambitious startup at that time?”
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