Chapter 925



There was something off about the woman. Neighbors often complained about the noise at night—things being thrown and someone crying. “It’s hard to forget such disturbances.”

Kallie felt a growing sense of horror, her sense of balance slipping away. Things were being thrown and someone was crying? Could Brysen have suffered harm? Kallie struggled to believe Brysen might have been mistreated by Neal. Neal had always shown Brysen nothing but kindness, at least in her presence. Moreover, Neal had even resigned from his job to relocate to the small town for Brysen’s sake. Plus, just last week, Neal and Brysen had joined her in a cheerful video call. Brysen had been smiling.

Over the years, Kallie had sent countless packages to this very address, all in the hope of speeding Brysen’s recovery. Had she been misled all this while? If Neal harbored sinister intentions for volunteering to take care of Brysen, why then did he meticulously orchestrate everything? Two explanations sprang to mind. Either he was a psychopath or someone else was controlling his every move from the shadows. Regardless, Brysen was undoubtedly in peril.

Observing Kallie’s complexion grow increasingly ashen, the middle-aged woman voiced her concern. “Miss, could my suspicions be right? Has your sister been mistreated? Don’t worry. I’ll get the police involved.”

Kallie hastened to dissuade the middle-aged woman, managing a strained smile. “No need. Thank you for your concern. I’ll handle it myself. I apologize for the interruption.”

Kallie knew that calling the police now could tip Neal off, a move that would put Brysen’s safety in jeopardy since she remained trapped in his grasp. The thought alone sent a shiver down Kallie’s spine.

After excusing herself from the middle-aged woman’s company, Kallie set her jaw, her resolve hardening. She hastily dialed her subordinates, instructing them to track down Neal’s location immediately. Kallie was seething with anger as she realized Neal’s kindness toward Brysen had been nothing but a show for her sake.

She made a stern vow to herself: if Brysen suffered any harm, she would relentlessly pursue Neal.

Just then, her phone lit up with a notification from the tech team. They had pinpointed Neal’s whereabouts. Without a moment’s hesitation, Kallie sped to the provided address.

She arrived at a dimly lit bar, where the muted lighting cast an intimate glow over the crowd. Men and women swayed together in a dance of passion.

Scanning the crowd, Kallie spotted Neal almost immediately among the revelers. He wasn’t the man she had pictured. Neal was the life of the party, dressed head-to-toe in designer threads, looking every bit the part of a man who had climbed the social ladder. Flanked by a woman on each arm, he seemed utterly content, noticeably heavier, and evidently thriving.

For the past two years, Kallie had transferred nearly a million dollars to Neal, believing it would ensure a comfortable life for Brysen. Now, the harsh reality dawned on her. The money had never been for Brysen.

Her fury transformed into determination. Neal had taken that money under false pretenses, and she was adamant that he would pay back every single cent.

Kallie dipped her head, seeking solace in the anonymity of the crowd, and settled herself a short distance from Neal. As she nestled in, Neal’s voice, laced with arrogance, soon reached her ears.

“That woman was an absolute pest,” Neal declared, his tone harsh, slicing through the jovial atmosphere. “I had her committed to a psychiatric facility ages ago. Life’s been bliss with you, gorgeous, truly. You wouldn’t believe how stubborn she was. I’d have to go over things time and again. Conversing with her felt like it was shaving years off my life. Now that she’s out of the picture, I can breathe easier. Just the sight of her would irritate me.”

Neal’s words sharply contrasted the loving promises he once made to Kallie about caring for Brysen, illuminating his deceit. A pang of regret struck Kallie. How had she been so blind to his true nature? Were all men this cruel? Both Neal and Jake had cast aside their vows as if they meant nothing at all.

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