?<strong>Chapter 396:</strong>


    In the afternoon, Jayden had nned to pick up Elyse when he received an unexpected call from Brook, urging him to meet at the Owen Group office for a discussion. After much deliberation, Jayden decided to honor Brook’s request.


    Upon arrival at the Owen Group’s building, Jayden was escorted to Brook’s office by his assistant. When the assistant opened the door, Jayden’s gaze fell upon Debora and Corrie within the room. Given that Corrie’s parents were under Jayden’s control, she refrained from any impulsive actions. Upon catching sight of Jayden, Corrie averted her gaze, feigning unfamiliarity as she turned her face away from him. Meanwhile, Debora, leaning casually against the chair, bore a mischievous glint in her eyes.


    Jayden nced at the room’s upants before finally focusing on Brook. With a direct yetposed demeanor, he inquired, “Brook, what is it you require of me?” Seatedfortably on the sofa, Brook twirled a pen between his fingers, a peculiar expression ying across his features. His tone sharp, Brook retorted, “You’re asking me? Aren’t you aware of your actions?” Unperturbed, Jayden responded coldly, “I’m no mind reader. How could I discern your thoughts?”


    Clutching his jaw tightly, Brook continued, “I presumed you were incapable of causing any disruption. I never anticipated that you would secretly form the Bayzee Group right under the Owen Group’s nose.” Corrie, listening from a distance, was stunned. Jayden, the founder of Bayzee Group? No wonder its chairman’s identity remained shrouded in mystery, eluding public scrutiny. At that moment, Corrie regarded Jayden with emotions swirling in her eyes, her expression betraying aplex mixture of curiosity and admiration.


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    Jayden was undeniably the most remarkable individual she’d encountered, perhaps even someone she could envision marrying. Tilting her head, Debora remarked, “You’re quite the enigma, Jayden. Were it not for my thorough investigation, I wouldn’t have uncovered your burgeoning business empire flourishing behind the scenes of the Owen Group. You’ve been keeping secrets from us for far too long.”


    Corrie couldn’t suppress a subtle eyeroll. Not only had Jayden concealed his business endeavors, but also his physical condition. He was certainly not the cripple he’d portrayed himself to be. Unfortunately, she dared not divulge the truth lest her parents face dire consequences.


    Jayden remained unfazed by the revtion of hispany, though he hadn’t anticipated Debora being the one to uncover it. Debora’s intellect seemed to overshadow Brook’s. Observing Jayden’s absentmindedness and tant disregard, Brook’s anger surged like a storm. Rising from his seat, he stormed toward Jayden, his voice thundering, “Why keep the truth about Bayzee Group concealed? Are you nning to retaliate against me? You knew I was relying on that cooperation, yet you chose to coborate elsewhere. I’m your family. Why didn’t you choose me?”


    Brook had invested substantial time and effort into securing cooperation with the Bayzee Group, only to be thwarted inexplicably. He hadn’t encountered a single leader of the Bayzee Group, leaving him perplexed by his failure. A realization struck Brook like lightning. Jayden had yed with him, sabotaging their potential coboration.


    As Jayden snapped back to reality, he countered, “Brook, you’ve misjudged. You guys left me no choice. Remember when you and Grandpa coerced me into marriage? Are you retaliating against me simply because I suggested you marry some girl? Do you even consider me your family?” Brook inquired.


    Jayden’s smirk held a hint of provocation as he retorted, “Do you take me as your family? The Owen family thrives onpetition. When have we been taught to get along well with each other?” Debora nodded in agreement. “Indeed, Jayden is correct. Competing with one another is a longstanding tradition within our family.”


    Brook’s fury reached a boiling point, attempting to tip Jayden and his wheelchair to the floor, but the wheelchair wouldn’t budge. Irritated, Brook snapped, “Jayden, you haven’t shown me even an ounce of respect. Are you trying to garner favor in front of Grandpa by proving that I can’t outmatch you despite your condition?”


    Jayden’s lips curled into a wry smile as he replied, “Don’t overanalyze it, Brook. My founding of the Bayzee Group has nothing to do with you. I have no interest in the Owen Group’s inheritance rights either. I simply want to pursue something I’m passionate about.”


    Debora interjected, “While your perspective may differ, Grandpa’s does not. Brook’s stance is logical. You seek no power struggle, but what you did is far more brutal.” Jayden’s smile persisted as he remarked, “Then that’s your dilemma. As for me, I relinquish any im to the inheritance. Can’t you settle the victor by yourselves?”


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