Chapter 777:
“I’m done talking to you. Just leave already. Keep bothering me, and I’ll make sure the Dawson Group changes hands by tomorrow,” Christina snapped, her patience worn thin. She was done with his nonsense. He never acknowledged his faults, and arguing with him was just a waste of time.
Brendon said nothing, staring her down in a tense standoff. Abruptly, he spun on his heel and strode toward the dining room.
Christina’s brows furrowed as she darted forward to block his path. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Her expression grew even colder, her gaze cutting like ice.
Her reaction only confirmed his suspicions, and his rage flared. “You must have hidden a man in this house. Well, I’m going to find him today!”
Christina let out a scornful laugh at his self-righteous display. He carried himself like he owned the place.
Brendon attempted to barge in, but she shoved him away with force. He staggered slightly but managed to regain his balance.
“Are you insane, Christina?” he barked furiously.
“No, you’re the one who’s lost it. Open your eyes and take a good look—this is my house. Now leave. If you refuse, I’ll call the police,” Christina said coldly.
“You’d call the cops on me over a pretty boy? Are you out of your mind?” Brendon snapped, burning with frustration as he craned his neck to get a glimpse past her. He was desperate to uncover whoever she was hiding. But Christina remained firmly planted in his way, unflinching. He couldn’t get through. He seethed. Who the hell was this man she was hiding?
“Enough of your nonsense. So, are you leaving or not? If I have to get someone to drag you out, it’s going to be humiliating for you,” Christina said, her tone laced with ice.
Just as the words left her mouth, several tall, broad-shouldered bodyguards swept into the room and positioned themselves behind her, their expressions rigid and unreadable.
ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᵁᴾᴰᴬᵀᴱˢ ᴵᴺ ᴳᴬᴸᴺᴼⱽᴱᴸˢ.ᶜᴼᴹ
A suffocating tension immediately settled over the space, thick with silent threat.
Brendon instinctively took a step back, realizing that if he dared to force his way into the dining room, these bodyguards would likely tear him apart without hesitation.
“Fine! I’ll take my leave! Christina, just you wait!” he snapped, his teeth clenched, fury simmering in his glare as he spun around to leave.
The lawyer trailing behind Brendon lowered his head, one hand half-covering his face, as if too ashamed to be linked with Brendon in that moment.
“Take care, my dear ex-husband. Hope you won’t run into a car crash on your way back,” Christina called after him, her voice mockingly cheerful.
Brendon stopped in his tracks for a beat, his jaw tightening with simmering rage, but he refused to look back. Taking a sharp breath, he stalked off, his expression thunderous. He would make sure that Christina would eventually come to regret this.
He bet those loaded men circling her only saw her as a fleeting distraction. None of them would ever truly commit to her. Once they tired of her, they’d cast her aside without a second thought. By the time she came crawling back to him, riddled with regret, it would be far too late. He would never take a woman so fickle back.
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