Rebirth Revenge Is Everything (Ariana) novel Chapter 762

As soon as he finished speaking, Lambert immediately noticed a fleeting hesitation in Bran's eyes. However, within half a second, Bran regained his composure and replied with a smile, "OK, thank you for letting me know, Mr. Stone. Since you need to take care of your wife, I won’t overstay my welcome."

Finally, the other party was ready to leave—exactly what Lambert had hoped for.

He responded indifferently, "Take care."

Bran shrugged, unfazed by Lambert’s lack of courtesy. His expression remained as calm as when he had first arrived at the hospital. It wasn’t until he stepped into his car and left the hospital grounds that his face darkened completely. A storm of emotions simmered in his eyes, his fingers clenching tightly.

The driver cautiously asked if they were heading back to the company.

Bran’s voice was icy. "Return to the estate."

The driver was taken aback but quickly nodded. "Yes, sir."

…

The Moore family estate was situated in the most exclusive district. What set it apart was the vast expanse of land solely owned by the Moores, with almost no other residential areas nearby.

The silence here was as profound as that of the remote countryside.

This alone spoke volumes about the immense influence of the Moore Group.

Though called an estate, it resembled a fortress more than anything else.

Outside, guards were stationed every five meters. Security personnel patrolled the grounds relentlessly, making entry and exit nearly impossible. Ordinary people seldom had any reason to come here—even business negotiations rarely took place within the Moore estate.

Bran’s car drove all the way into the heart of the estate.

After another seven or eight minutes of driving, they finally arrived at the inner estate.

Bran stepped out of the car immediately. Everyone who saw him bowed respectfully as he strode forward without pause. When he spotted the butler, Bran frowned and asked, "Where is my father?"

The butler replied courteously, "He is at the golf course."

Bran gave a slight nod and quickly headed in that direction.

The butler watched his hurried figure with confusion. He had never seen Bran so unsettled before—had something happened? Shaking his head, the butler pushed the thought aside and returned to his duties.

Meanwhile, on the golf course, a man was squinting, carefully aligning his shot toward the hole. He aimed to sink the golf ball with precision—a skill he had mastered, rarely missing his mark.

He was a man of intense control, unwilling to let anything in his grasp deviate from the path he had set for it. Not even a leisurely game of golf was exempt from his exacting standards.

Just as Bran arrived, the ball rolled smoothly into the hole.

The bodyguards standing behind the man noticed Bran and bowed in unison. Ignoring them, Bran walked straight up to his father and said in a low voice, "Father."

"Mm," Eliseo responded coldly, not even bothering to glance at his son.

He continued to grip the golf club, his focus fixed on the hole.

Bran pressed his lips together, swallowing the words he wanted to say. He knew better than to interrupt his father mid-task, no matter what it was. So he waited—for three long hours.