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Moe had hopped off his stool to shake Brandt's hand. "Brandt, this is Moe and my mother, Roberta." Brody came in at that moment. "And this is my little brother, Brody. Brody, this is my date, Brandt." Brody just gave a little wave and went to the fridge. He grabbed a juice pouch and went back to his room. I looked at Brandt apologetically, "He's gaming right now." As if that explained it all and it does if you are or know a gamer.

Alex wanted to protect Anna and the others, while Brodie wanted to protect Lenny and the rest of the family, so the energy from the punch did not disperse. However… Brodie let out a scream and took three steps back, leaving three footprints on the ground. He cradled his arm with horror and pain on his face. The bones in his arm had completely shattered. But, he was a true Nascent Soul expert! On the other hand, Alex stood there steadily with an unchanged expression, as though he was not the one who had launched the punch earlier.

“I was going to wake Dom, but I figured he’d growl if I disturbed Jennah.” “Good call.” Brody perched on the edge of the table that housed the least amount of equipment. “Veronica is onto it now—I was right, a large portion of it is formulas and scientific stuff, but…” He turned in the chair and grabbed up a stack of papers. “It’s what the formulas are for that just sets off so many ‘holy fuck’ bells that had me running to wake you up.” Brody held out his hand for the pages. “Alright, break it down for me.” With gritty eyes from lack of sleep he looked over the words and diagrams on the paper, but he couldn’t translate what he was reading.

he said to himself then pulled away the ugly and scarred mask off his face. "My name is Broderick Alessandro. I'll forever remain the most powerful man in NorthHill," Ba said very strongly and powerfully. Ba is Broderick Alessandro. He had been a genius every since he was young, he learnt coding at a very young age and had helped many companies develop a website but beyound that, he had built a world popular digital product that was competing with the likes of F******k and I*******m.

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

I leaned closer. Not ledgers. Not business files. Journals. I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t. But my hand was already moving. I opened the one on top.

Chapter 32 The victory at the industrial complex had shifted the balance in ways that were subtle but profound. For the first time, the stepbrother — enigmatic, precise, and lethal in his own way — had shown hesitation. A crack in the armor, a small gap in the carefully constructed persona of omniscience.

I excused myself from the group I was with and made my way over to her. "Hey, Liv," I said, giving her a one sided hug that she didn't return. Her eyes were screaming at me, as I held onto her arm. "How's it going?" She smiled, tightly. "Not bad," she said. Lacrosse guy seemed confused at the intrusion, “Who is he?” He asked Olivia. “My step-brother.” “Oh…nice to meet you man,” He stretched his hand at me with a smile but I didn't accept either, frowning at the hand and at his face.

I knew immediately, he was Ramsey’s son. He looked almost exactly like his father, tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline but there was something darker about him. His forearms were covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his black shirt. He had a small silver piercing on his eyebrow and that smirk… God, that smirk. Arrogant, annoying and Infuriating. He looked like trouble wrapped in designer clothing. I lifted my chin slightly and walked past him without saying a word. I don’t need stepbrother drama. I’m here for one mission only.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”