The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 36

Brandon’s Pov

As we flew to the hospital, we watched Victor and Jessica step out of sight to discuss something. I had no idea what it was, it was as though the fool was aware that he was being watched; he was far too astute.

Anyway, I blamed myself; I should have recognized his unwittingly counter-attacking my strategies and returning me to square one.

The man had mastered the art of firm takeover planning. It was my profession, but I’d never met somebody quite like him.

He was a man willing to wait years for a takeover while on the side I had no time. That was the main difference between him and me.

Thalia kept questioning what was going on, but I told her to focus on artificial insemination and not to worry about Victor. I was going to find out what they discussed sooner or later.

Soon an email popped up, my private investigator, who had tapped all of Josh and Victor’s lawyers and associates’ communication systems, sent me an email alerting me to the revisions of shares that Victor ordered.

My heart stopped, but I didn’t show it. I didn’t want to worry Thalia. I had their associates tapped instead of the two because it was the best way to throw off suspicion.

Victor’s change in share ownership meant there would be no takeover, which meant Thalia’s pregnancy would be futile. And eventually, she could give up on hope. I had no intention of abandoning her to her fate. I closed my eyes and thought to myself.

I needed to distract Victor, I needed to keep him busy. I sent an email to one of my men instructing him to sabotage one of Gentex’s medical gadgets in one of the country’s largest private hospitals, a sabotage that would nearly cost a life.

We needed a big enough lawsuit for him to devote all of his attention to together with his lawyers. That way we would buy time and by the time he would remember or recover the damage would be too big.

I knew it would be difficult for Gentex, but I had enough money to rebrand it once it was in Thalia’s hands.

“Is everything okay with you, Brandon?” Thalia inquired.

“Everything is fine,” I said with a smile. “I think we should focus on your insemination for now. Have you thought about the child’s name?”

She chuckled, “Brandon, I haven’t even been inseminated yet,” she said.

“What happens if I don’t wake up tomorrow? I’m curious,” I stated. She bent down and took my hand in hers. “Please don’t say something like that, can we just forget about your situation for today and have fun?” she requested.

I said, “Thalia, whether we talk about it or not, the fact that I have Brandon Frazer Autoimmune Macroglobulinemia will never change,” and inquired about the name once more.

“I don’t know, maybe if it’s a boy, I’ll name him after you. Please take note of this not because you are assisting me in exacting vengeance on my enemies, but because you offered me hope and made me reconsider my life choices,” she stated.

A surge of emotions washed over me out of nowhere, and my eyes began to water. “I have something in my eye, I suppose an insect got in,” I muttered quickly as I looked away. She burst out laughing and hugged me, her stunning cleavage rubbing against my back. She teased, “How big is that bug?”

“Thalia,” as I wiped away my tears, I added, “This is serious.” When I turned around, I saw that we had landed.

I whispered a brief prayer since things were getting a little weird. I was never the emotional kind, and the fact that it was over a name made it much more embarrassing. “Sir, are you okay?” Nestor questioned when he opened the door for us.

“He’s simply emotional because I told him I was naming the kid after him,” Thalia explained, irritating me even more. When I looked up at Nestor, I noticed that he had raised eyebrows. I yelled at him, “Get out of my way!” He moved fast without saying anything.

“Come on, Brandon, it’s natural to be emotional,” Thalia murmured as she exited the chopper, but I disregarded her and continued walking away before my eyes further embarrassed me.

But I came to a halt as the roof grew noticeably quiet, and I turned to see Nestor standing in front of Thalia as if he were blocking her path.

He moved away after she said something to him. I could tell she was irritated by whatever he said by her facial expression. She grabbed my hand as I hurriedly approached him. “No, Brandon, I took care of it,” she stated

I gave Nestor a stern look, but he just glared back, placed his hands in his pockets, and started walking towards us. “What are you doing? Where do you suppose you’re going?” I requested him to wait in the chopper.

“Who is going to pick you up when you become unconscious?” he asked, mockingly, as he walked away. My blood began to boil. I didn’t want to waste any of my remaining energy on him. I was exhausted from the pointless flight and lacked the energy I had when I woke up.

“Please disregard him, Brandon; you know he’s trying to help,” Thalia said. Let’s get this over with before we hit a setback,” she added.

She was correct; the one thing we lacked was time, and wasting it on worthless Nestor was not ideal. So I put on my scarf and heavy eyeglasses as Thalia wrapped her arms around me.

We were certainly a couple with reproductive difficulties heading for insemination. We entered Doctor Moyes’s office through a secret passageway, avoiding patients and employees.

I noticed the man appeared to be exhausted because of a lack of sleep. I had deliberately dispatched him to Canada to harvest the sperm and deliver them back himself. He appeared so fatigued.

I didn’t want any mistakes or bad sperm to end up in Thalia. We exchanged pleasantries and began the process, the doctor began by explaining the procedure. There were two types of insemination; Intrauterine insemination (IUI) and intracervical insemination were the two most used methods of artificial insemination (ICI).

He was going to conduct intrauterine insemination which involved inserting the sperm all the way into the uterus unlike the other one which involved inserting on the cervix and was less effective

He made it clear the insemination was not on the books and Thalia did not have to go through any drugs, monitoring, or procedures. We were going to cross our fingers and hope for the best. Doctor Moyes told us, however, that he had plenty of sperm in case the initial insemination failed.