Tangled Temptations novel Chapter 328

At two in the afternoon, Donny came to pick him up.

Once they were in the car, Donny couldn't resist teasing, "You're looking mighty chipper today!"

Brett smirked modestly, "Just a young lady giving me a hard time. Where's the chipper in that? It's more tiring than anything!"

Donny chuckled suggestively.

...

After the meeting, Brett emerged, his face a dark storm.

Donny approached him, asking in a low voice, "Something wrong?"

"Let's talk in the car."

Once inside, Brett closed the car window curtains before letting out a sigh, "Remember the project from half a year ago?"

Donny's gaze was intense.

Brett quietly undid a button on his shirt, his voice oppressed, "I recommended Merlin Tucker! But today, during the meeting, we got news that Merlin and his wife were killed in an unexplained car crash."

Donny froze, taking a moment to process the information.

Brett lit a cigarette, but his hand was trembling. It took him a while before he could take a drag. What he didn't tell Donny was that the bodies of Merlin and his wife had clear signs of a violent altercation. In the end, Merlin had protected the project data with his life, and that of his wife.

Someone had to take over the project. Brett was the chosen one; he had no choice but to accept the responsibility.

He held the cigarette with shaking hands, slowly inhaling. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. He had planned to propose to Orlena today, with the idea of getting married after the New Year.

But now, could he still do it? The image of Merlin's wife's brutal death lingered in his mind, refusing to leave.

Even though he didn't say it outright, Donny, being a man of the world, had a hunch. He remained silent.

Just then, their black Audi was jolted violently, causing Brett in the back seat to lurch forward.

The car stopped, and a man in black on a bicycle was looking into the car, his gaze piercing through it.

The driver cursed and made to get out of the car.

Brett, fighting a headache, stopped him, "Don't get out!" Getting out would be more dangerous!

Sure enough, after seeing the car not moving, the man rode off.

Donny climbed into the back seat, checking on Brett's injuries, "Mr. Brett, how do you feel?"

Brett, clutching his ribs, seemed to have broken one. His face was expressionless, his voice bitter, "In the short time it took for the meeting, they received news. This overseas company is really audacious!"

He wanted to catch these people and avenge Merlin and his wife, but for now, he had to focus on his own safety.

His phone rang. It was Orlena. Brett hesitated for a moment before answering, speaking softly, "Orlena, something urgent came up in Brockville. I have to go back."

Orlena was understandably disappointed. So was Brett. However, he dared not go to the apartment now. How many eyes were watching him?

He gently soothed her for a moment.

After hanging up, he instructed Donny, "Have someone watch her until she gets home safely."

Donny nodded.

That night, Brett checked into a private hospital in Brockville. A broken rib and a concussion meant he should rest, but he couldn't sleep. He stood by the window smoking, standing there for most of the night.

At four in the morning, Donny came in after handling some matters. He immediately scolded Brett, who was smoking and standing, "You're seriously injured, and you're still smoking? Go to bed and rest. The doctor said you need at least a week's bed rest."

He helped Brett into bed, continuing, "There's always more work to do."

As he spoke, he noticed the engagement ring in Brett's hand, and fell silent.

Brett leaned against the headboard, a bitter smile on his face, "Look at me, Donny, an old man playing at romance with a young girl! Four years, what will I be like in four years? Orlena, although I always say she's young, she's already 28. In four years, she'll be in her early thirties...She can't afford to wait for me."

He didn't dare to think about what would happen if those people found out about Orlena. He couldn't take that risk!

Donny didn't dare to say a word. He knew Mr. Brett was in a difficult position.

Brett only spent three days in the hospital. The day he was discharged, Orlena called him. He looked at the number for a long time before quietly hanging up.

When he hung up, his heart ached. He thought, his darling girl must think that her Brett doesn't want her anymore.

She would cry, wouldn't she?

...

Brett began to distance himself from her. With his experience, manipulating a young girl was easy. He didn't coldly reject her all at once, but slowly began to ignore her, tormenting her and causing himself a great deal of pain in the process.

After New Year's, he returned to his busy life, reconnecting with Mr. Moreno and his associates.

He was becoming the old Mr. Brett again.

Early spring.

A new year, and Orlena had lost quite a bit of weight. She rarely got through to Brett, and when she did, it was usually Donny who answered. Donny's tone was always apologetic.