All Chapters of Better Brother, Better Life: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Simon was so exasperated that he could feel his blood pressure soaring. He gave Gideon a thumbs-up. He was in awe of how the latter could remain unmoved in any situation."Fine, then. Mr. Blackwood, you truly have a heart of stone, and I can't compare. Whatever it is, I consider Phoebe a friend. We all saw how Connor was like a rabid dog earlier—who knows if he'll bite Phoebe after taking her away? I can't stand that, and I'm worried. I'm not in the mood to play ball with you anymore."He aimed his exasperation at someone else. "The fantastic Mr. Faulkner, who only knows how to watch the drama play out without saying a single word, I invite you to join your buddy for a game of tennis. I need to pick Phoebe up in five minutes."Ian chuckled and actually picked up his tennis racket, tapping the court surface with it. "Let's do this, Mr. Blackwood."Simon was rendered speechless. Perfect gentleman, his ass! Ian was just another piece of shit! He appeared proper on the surface, but was

Thanks to her earlier injury, Phoebe kept Band-Aids in her bag at all times. She went to the changing room and used one to cover the mark Connor had left.There was a minute left until the agreed five minutes were up, but she didn't head back to the tennis court just yet. Instead, she waited for Simon at the lounge.Soon, he arrived. Even from a distance, he saw that she was alone. He relaxed and called out her name.When she looked up, Simon faltered. His vision was a perfect 20/20, so he clearly saw the fierce, ruthless look in her eyes. She was like a leopardess who had been angered.Simon hurried forward, but as he got closer, he found that Phoebe wasn't any different than usual. He wondered if he had imagined things.He asked, "Did that idiot Connor bully you?""No. We pretty much settled things."That was a lie. Phoebe's mind was filled with thoughts of how she could make Connor suffer. Some of them were dark, like wanting to slash his neck with a knife!"Really?" Simon l

Naturally, Phoebe wanted to get back at Connor. But with Connor's status, there wasn't anyone in Seavale who could do anything to him.Natalie glanced at Gideon in the distance. She had some thoughts on this, but she saw no need to share them with Phoebe. She also didn't plan on delving too deep. So, she simply said, "Well, I hope your divorce goes smoothly."She was glad that Phoebe was still level-headed. After a divorce, women often saw people more clearly and shed their rose-tinted view of marriage. They knew better what they wanted. That was what growth looked like, and Phoebe was no fool.Natalie saw that and respected her all the more. She didn't keep Phoebe from processing her emotions and moved to another bench, sipping her water and resting.Phoebe sat in silence. She had noticed Natalie glancing at Gideon when asking whether she wanted to get revenge on Connor. She could guess what Natalie had in mind after understanding the situation. Natalie had considered the possibil

Even if Gideon hadn't said anything, Phoebe would've covered the hickey up. She calmed down once the Band-Aid was back on.Gideon had stood up for her when Dahlia had splashed red wine on her. Besides her being his secretary, she figured that it was also probably because Dahlia was his half-sister. He couldn't stand Dahlia's behavior, so he taught her a lesson. As Dahlia's brother, he had every right to do that.Since Gideon had insisted on peeling back the Band-Aid, it was obviously because he wanted to figure out whether Connor had actually been violent with her. If Connor were abusive, Gideon would probably step in. But once he found out it was a hickey, he was embarrassed.Phoebe kind of understood Gideon's anger. He had tried to help but had gotten nowhere. She figured that he was probably also frustrated that he'd bothered meddling in the first place.They drove all the way back to Freeport Residences without exchanging another word. They got out of the car, rode the elevator

By the time Phoebe got to the bar, Flynn and Malcolm were already throwing punches. Blake's forehead was bruised, and he looked like a mess.It had all started just a few minutes ago.Malcolm had figured that Flynn would come for him, so he'd lined up bodyguards in advance and started needling him with abandon. "Do you have proof that I did it? If you don't, then get the hell out. But looking at you, bankruptcy's right around the corner, isn't it? Man, I can't wait!"Flynn didn't take the bait.So, Malcolm kept provoking. "Your life is straight-up pathetic, Flynn. Your brother-in-law is head over heels for my sister, and he invested billions of dollars in my company. What does that tell you? It says that you and your sister are trash!"If I ever sank to your level, I wouldn't have the nerve to face anyone. I'd bash my head in! Actually, that would be perfect for you. You can do that and go straight to hell to join your dead mom!"Malcolm wanted Flynn to swing the first punch. The