Morning had only just broken when the ornate wrought-iron gates in front of the Branson family's main residence suddenly became chaotic. Three black vehicles were parked haphazardly along the roadside. Kyle stepped out of one of them in a pitiful state. His shirt was wrinkled, his eyes were bloodshot from staying awake all night, and dark circles hung heavily beneath them.Ever since news of his scandal had exploded and the stock market had reduced his fortune to ashes, the only thought left in Kyle's mind was Ravelle. He knew where the Branson residence was, and driven by overwhelming desperation, he recklessly forced his way there.However, the moment his foot touched the front courtyard, more than a dozen tall, muscular bodyguards dressed in black immediately stepped forward. The human barricade stood firmly in place, blocking the entrance with cold, merciless stares."Let me in! I need to talk to Ravelle!" Kyle shouted hysterically, his voice hoarse and breaking in the crisp morni
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