Easton always thought Brandon was a sly old fox—ruthless, calculating to the core.
There was no way that man could ever truly care about him.
“This guy… Who knows when he started plotting against both the Lynch family and the White family.” Tyrone’s eyes darkened. Maybe it started even earlier… maybe even before he was born.
A few years back, when Tyrone investigated the murder of Reginald’s eldest son, he uncovered faint traces—clues about his own mother’s descent into madness.
He even found leads on how, back then, Marcus suddenly became obsessed with gambling, nearly dragging Lynch Corporation into ruin…
“Brandon—he’s just an illegitimate son. There’s no way he could wield that much power, not even after years of building connections and influence.” Tyrone’s voice was low as he looked at Easton. “He never planned to hand over everything from the Lynch Corporation and the White Corporation to you. In his eyes, you’re just a pawn.”
Easton nodded. “Tyrone, I’m not stupid. I can see that.”
Tyrone considered for a moment. “For now, let’s just sit tight. Besides, you’re not actually going to marry Nicole.”
Easton couldn’t contain himself. “I’m not marrying her, Tyrone, I’m really not—”
The kid looked genuinely spooked.
Easton still felt like a child himself…
“I never said you had to marry her.” Tyrone said, exasperated.
“Tyrone, let’s meet tomorrow. Just the two of us. Let’s secretly sign that proxy agreement for the shares…” Easton spoke quietly, eyes lowered.
He didn’t want to drag things out. He didn’t want Tyrone to doubt him, either.
He wasn’t sure how he’d feel about all this in the future, but right now… he couldn’t bring himself to hurt his brother.
Tyrone was silent for a long moment. “If you trust me, there’s no need to—”
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