âItâs impossible for me to hide such an important thing from Savanna. I promised her that I would treat her with sincerity!â
Brandon knew that his current happiness was hard to come by. He would never create estrangement with his beloved again for someone unrelated like Finn.
âMr. Orwell, forgive me for my departure.â
Brandon strode forward and turned to leave.
However, two burly bodyguards immediately emerged from the door, blocking the way.
âMr. Cassel, donât forget that we have an agreement.â
Finnâs voice was cold.
Finn completely put away his fake smile, because now he had no time to find another suitable substitute.
Moreover, Finn had to spend time on training so that this substitute would act the same way as him and after his death, it would be convincing to deceive others.
Brandon turned around with contempt in his eyes. âMr. Orwell, havenât you read the contract you gave me?
Itâs all irrelevant terms. So what if I break the contract?â
Finn was so angry that he laughed. A cold smile appeared on his pale face. âThat contract is indeed just a formality. Because I know the more effective way to pin you down.â
They were both smart people. Brandon quickly realized what the more effective way he said was. He gritted his teeth and said, âHow dare you! If you dare to touch a hair on her, I will send you to hell in advance.â
Finn laughed nonchalantly. He laughed until he began to cough. âAnyway, I donât have many days to live. The people who are about to die go crazy and randomly take away a few unlucky people. What can you do about it?â
Brandon clenched his fingers tightly, breathing heavily through his nose, his forehead covered in the wrinkles. of forbearance.
âYou really are crazy.â
âYou and I have the same blood in our veins. We are both from the Orwell family.â At this point, Finn did not mind telling him his true identity. âBrandon, you and I are biological brothers. You should be called Brandon Orwell!â
âMy surname is Cassel, and I have nothing to do with the Orwell family!â Brandon roared.
Brandon couldnât understand why the Orwell family had to interfere in such an awkward time.
Brandon really did not want to deceive Savanna because of this inexplicable person.
He couldnât bear to.
âWhether you admit it or not, you are a member of the Orwell family.â In order to confirm the authenticity of this statement, Finn instructed his subordinates, âGerald, show him something.â
Gerald immediately opened the safe inside and took out a leather file bag from it.
âMr. Cassel, open it and take a look,â Finn said as he handed the file over to Brandon.
Brandon had vaguely guessed what was inside. He opened the file and saw the words âDNA test.â
Brandon did not need to look at the professional terms in the middle. His eyes slid to the end and he saw his name and Finnâs, as well as the 99.9% similarity written at the bottom.
âDid you see it clearly? Not only do we look alike, but our DNA is also very similar because we are brothers who have the same mother.â
Finn emphasized, âSo regardless of humanitarianism and kinship, you should help me!â
âWhat if I refuse?â Brandon clenched the test report in his hand as hatred surged in his heart.
âWhy should I help you? So what if you are my biological brother? I have not been raised by the Orwell family at all. My life has nothing to do with your family!â
âAfter I die, everything in the Orwell family will fall into your hands. What else do you have to be unsatisfied about?â
Finn angrily gripped the armrest of the wheelchair. His sickly face turned red with anger. âDo you think I am willing to beg you? I will not beg you if I have another way!â
Finn was born with a silver spoon. He had been treasured like a chosen one since he was a kid.
If it werenât for this illness, why would Finn live so awkwardly? Why would he need to beg Brandon in a low voice? Why would he go around looking for a substitute?
âThis world is not centered around you. I donât need to give you whatever you want!â Brandon sneered, âMaybe many people treasure you and follow you, but in my eyes, Savanna is always far more important than you!â
After Brandon finished speaking, he knocked over the two bodyguards and walked out with a glum face.
When Gerald saw this, he quickly used the headset to inform his subordinates, âStop him.â
Finn raised his hand to stop Gerald. âThereâs no need. I have plenty of ways to make him regretful.â
Since Finn had said so, Gerald had no choice but to inform his subordinates to pretend that they did not see anything and let Brandon leave.
The private room they were in was directly above the gate. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, one could clearly see the vehicles at the door.
A moment later, Brandonâs sports car roared and appeared in Finnâs sight.
âItâs Mr. Casselâs car,â said Gerald.
The sports car was very fast. It turned and drove into another street. A moment later, it disappeared on the next street.
Finn stared at the disappearing car and gritted his teeth. âHe will regret todayâs decision!â
The sports car sped all the way to the center of the city. When Brandon was waiting for the traffic lights, he saw a long queue at a chestnut cake shop.
The fall was a good season to eat chestnuts, and the sweet smell blew along the wind.
Brandon glanced sideways and found that there was a slogan on the board outside the chestnut cake shop.
âItâs a good time to buy a sweet chestnut cake for your children at home.â
Brandon, who was driving straight, smiled and turned at the next intersection. Just then, his phone rang.
Seeing that it was his wife, Brandon immediately pressed the answer button without hesitation.
âSavanna. Whatâs wrong?â
âAre you off work? Itâs so late. Are you working overtime in the company?â The womanâs voice was sweet and greasy, with a bit of laziness, like the scent of chestnuts in the air.
âI didnât work overtime. I was on my way home.â
Brandon turned the steering wheel.
âThatâs good. Weâll wait for you to eat.â Savanna said obediently.
âYou guys eat first, or youâll have to wait for me for a while.â Brandon found a suitable parking spot, parked the car, and then walked to the queue that was buying chestnut cakes.
âWhy? Was there a traffic jam?â Savanna made a reasonable guess. After all, it was the peak period of work.
âNo, Iâm buying a chestnut cake for the babies.â
Brandon walked to the back of the queue.
As Brandon was too eye-catching, when he stood there, it was like a model was filming, and the people in front of him all turned back to look at Brandon.
âHe is so handsome!â
âWhy does he look so familiar? Is he a celebrity?â
âI feel like Iâve seen him somewhere before.â
Whispers filled the air.
Brandon did not care about them. Instead, he focused all his attention on the call and concentrated on chatting with Savanna.
âBabies?â Savanna was surprised by this, âYou are going to buy a cake for Roya, but she hasnât grown teeth yet.â
âOther than Roya, are there no other babies?â Brandon asked with a smile.
âTye? Heâs with Janet now. He only comes back once a week. Didnât he say he was coming back today?â
Savanna was really puzzled.
Brandon smiled, âSavanna, you are my only baby.â