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Something ugly twisted in my stomach and of course, it has a lot to do with Nicole's presence. Brad was awake now. His eyes were open, dull with confusion but alive. He looked paler though. Not exactly the man I used to know— but still Brad Jasper. I stepped in fully, heels clicking once before I stopped myself and just immediatelyly, his eyes shifted as they landed on me. I waited for recognition…for something or let's say, for anything at all. His brows pulled together slowly, like he was trying to place a word he didn’t know. And then — he leaned back.

" Edmund said "A lot actually, at this moment, Eric is in a condominium" Brad said confidently "Okay I guess he just needs some alone time" Edmund said indifferent "He might need a break from his parents, but he isn't alone" "What do you mean by that?" Wendy asked "He is with some woman... Here" Brad said bringing out an envelope containing pictures of Eric and the woman in question. "What nonsense is this? Just look at your son Edmund." Wendy reacted angrily "And where is this condo located exactly?" Edmund asked

Bradley needs to take his anger out on someone, and I guess that person is me, though I didn't do a damn thing to him besides bring his secret vendetta out into the open. Connor is a damn good kid, according to his file. He is an excellent Soldier, graduated high school at the top of his class, works hard, and is a good person. Works part-time for her mom, but because he's not from money or a distinguished family, Brad won't let his daughter be happy. That is just selfish and pathetic.

"Bradley faked his death, built a clean identity. And has been running this operation from behind it." The room was completely silent. Stella stared at the screen. "Damien doesn't know," she said slowly. "He genuinely grieves his father. He has no idea Conrad is" She stopped. "Oh God. Conrad has been using Damien. His own son is the public face of his operation so Bradley himself stays invisible." "How long has Damien been in contact with Conrad?" Sarah asked. "Since 2011, a year after Emily won the championship." "Bradley approached his own son one year after losing you on the track," Nathan said to me. "Recruited him. Pointed him at you. And let Damien believe it was his own crusade."

Tim stood not far away, his expression extremely unpleasant as he watched Brad push Tara upstairs. Why was Brad, that dog skin plaster, sticking so close? He had no chance at all! Tim narrowed his eyes, a flicker of coldness in his eyes as he looked at his sister standing by the side of the road. Worthless! He could only look for another opportunity to get Tara's attention. He watched Brad and Tara enter the elevator before walking out of the room. He took another elevator upstairs. Inside the elevator, Tara asked, "So quick?" Brad thought of the person who crashed into the car, Grace, and said, "It's okay. I asked my assistant to handle it. I was afraid you were hungry."

Jennifer's face drained of color as she listened to the man she thought was named Tony. "What? Bradley Smith? You're the Brad everyone's been talking about?" she asked, her voice trembling. Brad smirked, clearly enjoying the fear on Jennifer's face. "Yes, I'm the Brad everyone's been talking about. What do you think? Do you still think that I'm easy to trap? How do you plan to do it? Flirt with me?" The man stared at Jennifer's body with a disgusted expression, making her feel offended.

He grinned at me, proudly flashing a missing tooth, and gave me a playful wink. I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, covering my mouth as I nodded enthusiastically. His grin widened, and he continued drying a beer mug with a fresh towel, clearly pleased that I had taken him seriously. Conor leaned in a bit, his voice deep and casual. "Oh, and that kid over there is Bradley. He’s Shortie’s nephew." He nodded towards Bradley, who was tall and skinny, with not much weight on him, but his eyes were striking—kind and surprisingly bright.

I also stared into its eyes and did not beat the nervousness I was feeling. "Son." When Brad's mother came down, she immediately hugged him. "Good afternoon, Mom, hey, sister." Brad kissed his mother and sister on the cheek. "Is that him, son?" his mother asked him while looking at me. He nodded. "Mom, Briana, this is Charmane Cordova, my girlfriend." "Hi, Charmane." "Hi, sis." The two gladly greeted me. I smiled shyly and nodded at the two of them. "H-hello, good afternoon."

“Last night, through the bond we share—Serena reached out to me.” A stunned silence fell across the group before murmurs stirred the air like ripples on still water. Valerian raised a brow, Nivera leaned in, and Kiara’s hands curled into fists of hope. Serena’s brothers, Jacob and Edward, exchanged glances that held both relief and regret.

“Mrs Knight, um.. welcome. Mr Knight is in a meeting at the moment but I can show you to his office.” Emily looked up at the familiar voice, only to see James's friend that was at their wedding. What was his name again? Brad. “Brad? Right?” She said with a smile. “I didn't know you worked here.” Brad scratched his head awkwardly. It was really weird when people found out he was James's best friend and assistant at the same time. But he liked the job. “Well, I'm his assistant.” He laughed awkwardly. “Well, Brad. Please call me Emily.”