Chapter 927



He had no idea when Clayton would finally take control of the Nixon Group, and he was already exhausted from dealing with Kallie, living in constant fear that gripped him every day. Neal understood that if he had treated Brysen with the care she deserved, none of this would have been hanging over him now. But how could he? If Brysen recovered and remembered the ordeal he had put her through, he’d be doomed.

Anyway, tomorrow was the priority, and he would deal with it first before worrying about others. The call had completely ruined Neal’s mood. Irritated, he swiftly shooed the two women out of the car. Once they were gone, Neal wasted no time and immediately dialed Clayton’s number.

Clayton was taken aback when he heard Kallie planned to visit Brysen and Neal. Neal said, his voice tight with anxiety, “Mr. Morgan, I’m doing this for you. Didn’t you say you’d have people monitor Kallie’s movements?”

Clayton’s voice crackled through the phone, irritated and sharp. “Yes, I said I’d help you because you’re working for me, but didn’t I ask you to treat Brysen better? Do you realize if you screw this up and get exposed, I’ll be in trouble too? Besides, things are different now. I can’t easily keep track of Kallie’s movements anymore.”

Over the years, Kallie had slowly removed Clayton’s people, one by one. Even Elma had become reluctant to share any information about Kallie with Clayton. Moreover, the spies he managed to place within the Nixon Group were uncovered in less than a week.

Despite his frustration, Clayton was cautious enough that Kallie still had no idea he was the one secretly monitoring her. But as Clayton processed Kallie’s sudden decision to visit Brysen and Neal, a darker realization dawned on him. It was likely because of Jake. Jake’s return had stirred Kallie’s emotions, and now, with the rumors of Jake and Lacey’s closeness, Kallie was upset, searching for something to hold onto.

Kallie likely hadn’t noticed anything unusual about Brysen and Neal yet, but if she spent enough time with Brysen, things could change. Maybe he needed to come up with an excuse to get Kallie to return quickly.

Clayton quickly scrolled through his contacts and soon stumbled upon a familiar yet distant name. Years ago, she had willingly forged an alliance with him. Perhaps they could join forces again. Neither Clayton nor Neal knew that Kallie had dispatched her team to arrive there overnight. She had mobilized a small army of at least twenty bodyguards. Ten stayed by her side for protection, while the other ten surrounded Neal’s villa, keeping him under constant watch. If Neal thought he could deceive her, it was already too late.

As expected, Neal didn’t return until midnight. This time, he brought someone else with him. As Kallie watched the video sent by her bodyguards, she felt like her heart was being ripped to shreds. The person Neal forcefully dragged forward in the video was Brysen. Kallie hadn’t seen Brysen in a month, and Brysen now looked frail and thin. Bruises marred Brysen’s skin, signs of her suffering in the psychiatric hospital. Kallie’s jaw tightened, but she remained silent, waiting for the next day.

The following day, as soon as Neal heard that Kallie was about to arrive, he hurriedly brought Brysen to the door to greet her. However, to his surprise, he saw Kallie arriving quickly with dozens of bodyguards flanking her every move. Taken aback by the sight, Neal, gripped by unease, instinctively turned to flee. But before Neal could escape, Kallie’s men tackled him, and he fell to the floor.

Kallie commanded her men to search Neal’s phone before having him escorted into the villa. Neal was clearly clueless about what was happening, his confusion written all over his face.

He was still desperately trying to defend himself. “Miss Nixon, didn’t I tell you? I just moved into this house. Yes, I used the money you gave for Brysen, but it was to give her a better life! Is it necessary for you to treat me like this?”

Kallie shot an impatient glance at Neal, a cold laugh escaping her lips.

“So noisy.”

Her bodyguard caught on instantly and grabbed Neal’s arm, hauling him inside as the heavy door clicked shut.

Moments later, Neal’s muffled grunts and the unmistakable thuds of blows echoed from the villa.

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