Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 46

BRAYDON’S POV

Mr. Park gives a small nod. “That’s correct. If you fail to meet the condition, your control and rights will automatically transfer to-”

“I can do it,” I interrupt, leaning back in my chair before he can finish.

Mr. Park blinks, clearly thrown off. He glances at my father, who looks less surprised and more irritated, like my answer just ruined whatever plan he had lined up.

I let my gaze flick to Bryan’s mother, her eyes darting away the second I catch them. Figures.

A slow grin spreads across my face as I chuckle under my breath. “What’s wrong? You both look like you weren’t expecting me to agree.”

“You do realize you’re still a student, and Pendant Enterprises is about five hours away from Boston?” Mr. Park says, slipping off his glasses and cleaning them slowly.

“Is that why you went digging through all the company bylaws to find this one?” I shoot back. “You were hoping I’d say I can’t do it, weren’t you?”

He exhales, shaking his head. “I’m simply acting as your family lawyer, Braydon. My job is to make sure everything runs smoothly. You’re in your final year of college and you’ll graduate in a few months. For now, it’s simply not practical to have you running a company your mother cherished without a full-time CEO.”

I tilt my head. “Is that what my father told you to say?”

My old man sighs, glaring at me from across the table. His mistress-yes, the same one who used to be my mother’s assistant, places a hand over his like I’m the one ruining their perfect day. The nerve.

“You see,” I continue, looking straight at Mr. Park, “my father is already acting CEO. So why say the company doesn’t have one? Oh, wait, because he can’t make any financial moves without my approval. Because I have the final say.”

Mr. Park starts to speak, his voice strained. “You’re looking at this from the wrong angle, Braydon. This isn’t about-”

“I have nothing else to say.” I cut him off, leaning back in my chair. “I said I’ll do it.”

His brows lift slightly.

“Once a week, right?” I ask. “Yeah, I can work something out with the academic advisor that handles athlete schedules.” I shrug, forcing a small grin. “How hard can it be to be in New York once a week?”

The air goes flat for a second, like someone drained the color out of the room and disappointment folds across their faces in slow motion. I can practically see the wheels turning in my father’s head, the same ugly calculus that’s always been there: how to get his hands on my mother’s company and pretend it wasn’t theft. Did they really think this would be easy? That I’d roll over? Cute.

Mr. Park clears his throat. “Braydon, you should think this through. No one is taking Pendant from you. Your mother’s will—”

I rise to my feet and loop my bag over my shoulder. “Instead of making me buy a plane ticket and miss my classes today, you could’ve called. This was a waste of my time, Mr. Park.” I start for the door, then stop and turn back, because I can’t help myself. “And for the record, tread carefully. I may as well fire you as our family lawyer. After all, you’re only here because of my mother.”

Before I can move, my old man slams his hand on the table. The sound cracks through the room, his body trembling with rage. Bryan’s mother gasps and presses a hand to her mouth

like she’s watching a car crash in slow motion.

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