âIâm married only to Raegan!â Mitchel responded, his tone turning cold.
âShe is my rightful wife.
I better not hear you mention her name again, or youâll have no place in Ardlens.
â
Henley held his position.
âNo matter how superior you act, you canât change the fact that Iâm your half brother.
It doesnât matter if Iâm not in the family records.
A fact is a fact.
â
Henley convinced himself it was no biggie even though the well-planned schemes didnât work out.
Patience was his virtue, believing in he had all the time to scheme against Mitchel until he had the desired results.
âDo you seriously not get what it means to be excluded from the family records?â Mitchel glanced at Henley dismissively.
âIt means you have no claim to any of the Dixon Groupâs assets, including any inheritance from our father, which will only be mine.
I can even take back any assets Alexis transferred to you.
â
Henleyâs complexion went white.
He had thought only his reputation would suffer, which didnât bother him much.
But he never expected Kyler to disinherit him entirely, leaving him without a dime.
Before Henley could say anymore, the door opened.
Beuford stepped out first, and Mitchel quickly walked over to assist him.
Beuford announced, âAlexis has promised to stay out of the companyâs business for good.
This applies to you, too, Henley.
Youâre no Longer part of the Dixon Group.
â
Henleyâs face turned ghostly white, exclaiming, âNo!â Without the support of the Dixon Group, every step he took would be a struggle.
And his plans to sabotage Mitchel from within would be impossible.
Alexis, stripped of his earlier arrogance, seemed defeated.
âYes, thatâs my decision.
â
Henley stood frozen, in disbelief.
Suddenly, a disheartened Alexis, without even looking at Henley, commanded, âGather your belongings.
Weâre leaving now.
â
Henley stood there, stunned, trying to process Alexisâ unexpected surrender.
His eyes narrowed, and his fists tightened.
He was not ready to concede.
âIs your last name Brooks?â Beuford suddenly asked.
Henley went pale, trying to speak but unable to make a sound.
Beuford offered some wisdom, saying, âHereâs a tip for you, young man.
If itâs not yours, donât wish for it, or youâll just end up living a miserable life.
â
Even though Beuford spoke slowly due to his age, Henley felt a strong caution in his words.
Indeed, Beufordâs youthful days were not to be taken lightly.
Henley objected, âWhy shouldnât I claim whatâs mine? I share the Dixon blood, and by law, Iâm entitled to my share!â
Beuford just smiled, dismissing him.
âYou still have a lot to learn.
â
âIf you insist on pushing me away, I wonât hold back.
Iâll see you in courtâ¦â Henleyâs words were cut short.
âsmack!â Henley felt a stinging slap across his face.
Henley, feeling the sting of humiliation, could hardly believe Alexis slapping him.