Chapter 941



On the other end, Clayton ended the call with a sharp flick of his wrist, his jaw tightening as he turned toward Neal.

Without missing a beat, he delivered a vicious kick, the force of it echoing in the quiet room as Neal’s body curled reflexively in pain.

Neal, his body already bearing the marks of violence, stifled his cries despite the searing pain coursing through him.

Clayton’s expression was stormy, his clenched jaw betraying the fury brewing beneath the surface as he wrestled with the near unraveling of his plans.

Grinding his teeth, Clayton’s voice dripped with contempt.

“I believed you were competent, but you’ve proven utterly useless! You can’t even manage such a simple task.

Do you understand that if I’m exposed now, all my years of meticulous planning will be utterly wasted?”

With a sharp gesture, someone removed the cloth gag from Neal’s mouth.

Neal’s voice trembled with desperation as he pleaded with Clayton, “Mr. Morgan, it’s not my fault.

I couldn’t have predicted Miss Nixon’s sudden visit.

It’s been years since she last checked on Brysen.”

“They have no blood relation, and Brysen was merely her former assistant.

Who could have foreseen her sudden concern for Brysen?” Clayton scoffed at Neal’s excuses, his lip curling with disdain.

In a burst of anger, he delivered several punishing kicks to Neal.

“You still refuse to admit your own incompetence, don’t you? Can’t you even carry out a basic task? Both Kallie and I have paid you handsomely over the years.

Yet, you’re so greedy, wanting it all for yourself.

If Brysen dies by your hand in the coming years and Kallie comes looking for answers, our downfall will be swift and absolute.”

Neal vehemently shook his head, his inner turmoil a tempest of resentment and defiance.

He had a contingency plan ready, but Kallie’s swift actions caught him off guard.

If Clayton was serious about ending him, he would face Clayton head-on, threatening to reveal the truth to Kallie.

Just as Neal steeled himself to challenge Clayton, the Morgan family butler hurried over, urgently murmuring in Clayton’s ear, “Mr. Morgan, Miss Nixon has brought people here.”

Clayton’s steely countenance dissolved into surprise.

“Why have they come? What’s the reason?”

The butler, visibly flustered, shook his head.

“They didn’t say and just barged in aggressively.

I rushed to inform you.

You should see for yourself.”

Clayton’s anxiety surged.

He turned to the others, swiftly instructing, “Hide this fool.”

Entering the living room, Clayton found Kallie seated with an unmistakably displeased expression etched on her face.

Despite his nerves, he approached her with a facade of calm.

“Kallie, are you okay? You seem really shaken up.

And what’s with all these people? Did something happen?”

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