Chapter 1533
Enzo didn’t answer, but the faint smirk creeping across his lips gave him away.
Kane understood him immediately.
His voice turned flat, cutting. “Forget about her. Belinda would never look at you that way. Even if she left Lucas, she wouldn’t even give you a second glance.”
A muscle twitched at the corner of Enzo’s mouth. He felt resigned by his father’s remark.
“Dad, do you really have so little faith in your son?”
“Faith?” Kane scoffed. “You’re well aware of the kind of person you are. Belinda has standards. Even if she walked away from Lucas, she’d never choose you. You should know this.” He didn’t soften the words, not even for his son.
No matter how he felt about Lucas, Kane couldn’t deny the man’s brilliance.
In contrast, Enzo was all impulse and chaos, more of a liability than an asset.
Kane’s words infuriated Enzo.
His gaze turned sharp and defiant as he snapped, “You think she’d never choose me? Fine! I’ll make her fall for me, whatever it takes.”
Kane’s eyes darkened, his voice a low growl thick with warning. “Don’t you dare! If you meddle, I won’t lift a finger to protect you. Belinda is my chess piece. You’re not part of this game; stay out of it.”
He knew Enzo too well—the boy only respected boundaries when they were drawn with fire. And this time, he wasn’t leaving room for misinterpretation.
To Kane, Darwin was still the cleanest, most effective route to deal with Belinda. Enzo’s reckless obsession was a variable he couldn’t afford.
Enzo sneered, “Whatever I decide to do is none of your business.” With that, he turned on his heel and left.
Behind him, Kane’s voice exploded like thunder. “You ungrateful brat! Don’t you dare do anything reckless! You hear me?”
But Enzo didn’t look back. He ignored him completely, swaggering off without a care in the world.
Kane was left fuming.
No matter what he tried with Enzo, he always ended up in the same place with his son: neck-deep in frustration and helpless fury.
The next day.
The Executive Office of Triumph Consortium.
The sound of knocking echoed through Lucas’ office door.
“Come in.”
Lucas’ voice, low and gravelly, cut through the quiet. Then, the door eased open.
A middle-aged woman stepped inside.
Lucas didn’t look surprised; he’d been expecting her. The receptionist had already given him the heads-up.
“Do you need something?” Lucas inquired.