Since You Chose Your 'Bro' I Married Your Brother novel Chapter 72

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window at the corridor’s end and looked down.

Vincent Caldwell wore a wrinkled suit, his hair graying, kneeling on the plaza in front of Lowell Tower with a sign reading:

[Please Show Mercy, Chairman Lowell.]

A crowd had already gathered, phones raised, taking photos.

A few reporters pushed through, cameras trained on him.

I let out a cold laugh, tapping my fingertip against the icy glass.

“Useless.”

Vincent could’ve come forward anytime, but he chose today-right after my press conference-obviously trying to use public pressure to force

me to back off for the sake of face.

But he forgot: I had no shortage of face, and what I hated most was guilt trip.

Maverick followed my train of thought.

“He’s probably trying to beg for leniency-to spare the Caldwell company.”

“Brightvale Industries is already facing a cash flow crisis. If Lowell presses for repayment, they’ll have no choice but to file for bankruptcy.”

I turned around, my tone ice-cold.

“Filing for bankruptcy is what they deserve.”

“Call security. Have him removed. If he refuses to leave, call the police-disturbing the peace in a public space. Let him sober up in a cell.”

Maverick nodded and pulled out his phone to contact security. I returned to my office and had just settled into the leather chair when a stock market alert popped up on the screen.

Both Brightvale Industries and Ashby Commerce had opened at the daily limit-down, with massive sell orders and no buyers willing to step in.

A financial news headline flashed in the corner, its words glaring:

[Lowell Heir Strikes: Brightvale Industries and Ashby Commerce Face Liquidation.]

I clicked open Brightvale’s financial report.

Maverick was right. The company had long been hollowed out by Clover.

Zander’s so-called entrepreneurial success was nothing but a house of cards built on lies and embezzlement.

Now that I’d withdrawn funding and demanded accountability, the house collapsed on its own.

The internal line rang. It was the secretary’s office.

“Miss, there’s a gentleman here-his name is Marcus Stone. He says he’s Director Stone’s brother and is waiting in the lobby. He’d like to see you.”

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Maverick’s brother? I frowned.

Maverick had never mentioned having a brother. And the timing of this visit was suspiciously convenient.

After a moment’s consideration, I spoke.

“Send him up. Bring him to the meeting room.”

Ten minutes later, the secretary led a young man in athletic wear into the meeting room.

He looked to be in his early twenties and immediately made himself comfortable on the sofa across from me, smiling as he spoke.

“You must be Lyra! I’m Marcus-Maverick Stone’s brother!”

His overly familiar tone made me uncomfortable.

I leaned back in my chair, tone flat.

“Mr. Stone, what can I do for you?”

Marcus pulled an elegant gift box from his bag and pushed it toward me.

“Nothing major-I just heard you went through something awful yesterday and wanted to check on you.”

“This is a calming aromatherapy set I had someone bring back from Greece. If you have trouble sleeping, you can use it.”

I didn’t touch the box. My gaze remained on him.

“You’re remarkably well-informed, Mr. Stone.”

Marcus’s smile stiffened for a moment, then quickly returned.

“Well, you’re a big deal now! Of course everyone’s concerned about you! By the way, Lyra, I heard from my brother that you’re single now?”

He leaned forward, his eyes full of undisguised expectation.

“I think we’d be a good match! I’m young, my family’s well-off, we’re equals-why don’t we give it a shot?”

I hadn’t expected him to be so direct. My distaste deepened.

I stood, my tone cooling.

“Mr. Stone, I think you’ve misunderstood. I have no intention of dating anyone right now. And Maverick is my work partner-I’d appreciate it if you’d respect boundaries.”

Marcus’s face flushed red instantly. He bit his lip.

“Do you think I’m not good enough for you? I know you used to like mature guys like Zander, but I can learn! And I’m younger than him, more energetic-I…”

I cut him off.

“If that’s all, Mr. Stone, please leave.”

Just then, Maverick pushed the door open.

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Seeing the scene, his face turned iron-gray.

“Marcus! What nonsense are you spouting?!”

Marcus’s eyes reddened when he saw his brother.

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