INICIAR SESIÓNPeter took out his cell phone and sent a message to Bradley, stating that he was willing to leak information about the culprit responsible for hurting Bryan, which John was desperately trying to conceal. Peter believed that making the Byers family their enemy would be far more disadvantageous than
Bradley hissed in frustration because he didn’t want Branson to find out about Bryan’s predicament. However, it was still somewhat favorable since Branson hadn’t discovered the existence of the video footage. “You don’t have to be disappointed, Bradley. I know you tried to keep this from me, but y
John's smile instantly transformed as soon as Bradley left his office. He shifted his gaze to the hotel director, who had been quietly standing in the room, listening to all the conversations. John tightly squeezed the wine glass in his hand, crushing it into shards, which made the hotel director
“You fucking Byers are all the same—always acting like you own the world,” John scowled, glaring at Bradley with open disdain. “What did you just say?!” Bradley demanded, his face twisting into an ugly frown. “Listen, old man. I’m done listening to your bullshit,” John snapped coldly. “This hote
“I want the details of who was responsible for putting my son in such a miserable condition. Bryan is currently lying unconscious at the hospital, and I was informed that this is the place where he was attacked,” Bradley demanded, getting straight to the point. John wasn’t surprised. He already kn
DING! As the secretary was still contemplating whether to follow her boss’s orders or allow Bradley to enter the office against those instructions, the sudden chime of the elevator doors opening drew everyone’s attention. The unexpected arrival of the hotel director saved her from her dilemma.







