?<strong>Chapter 921:</strong>


    He was approaching thirty and still unmarried, but he didn’t believe it was due to any fault of his own. Corrie remained his nominal girlfriend; without that arrangement, he would have surely dated someone else. After taking a few sips of his wine, Brook regretted engaging in conversation with Jayden, who was solely focused on retrieving Elyse’s phone and showed no interest in chatting further.


    “Finish your wine and go home. Don’t linger and bother me,” Brook urged, trying to send Jayden away.


    Jayden calmly took a sip of his wine and inquired, “What’s been troubling youtely? Are you nning to confront Grandpa?”


    Brook was about to lift his ss but stopped. He nced at Jayden casually and asked with a slight smile, “What are you implying?”


    Jayden shrugged. “I’m just asking directly. It’s fine if you don’t want to answer. I get it. You’ve always been loyal to him.”


    Swirling the ss in his hand, Brook expressed a subtle grievance, “Indeed. I’m loyal and the most dependable for him. Without me, he’d just be a pitiful old man incapable of anything.”


    Lately, more members of the Owen n had been voicing their displeasure about Enzo being too controlling. Notably, since Jayden had sessfully expanded his ownpany after severing ties with Enzo, others were considering starting their businesses as well.


    Driven by curiosity, Jayden inquired, “Why are you so devoted? Did he promise you something?”


    Casting a nce at Jayden, who seemed keen on uncovering his secret, Brook smiled slightly and responded, “Noment.”


    Jaydenughed. “No matter your past loyalty, it seems you’re being disloyal now. What are you really thinking about these days?”


    Brook gave Jayden a casual nce and then coldly uttered, “Noment.”


    After a brief pause, he continued, “Conversing with you is truly dull. It’s always a test, either from me or you. I’m weary of it. Just finish your drink and leave.”


    Jayden was unfazed by Brook’s remarks. He swiftly finished his drink in one go, stood up calmly, and exited the private room.


    Brook remained seated alone, sipping his drink quietly. As the appropriate time approached, he recalled that he needed to pick up Corrie. Thus, he set down his ss, donned his coat, and stepped out into the chilly, moist breeze of the thawing season, heading towards his car to drive to the airport.


    Corrie’s flight arrived on schedule, and Brook did not have to wait long. Indeed, he had no desire to wait at all. No one would wish to wait for a woman as unpredictable as her.


    Corrie had grown increasingly erratic, especially after gaining Enzo’s endorsement. With a taste of power, she became more uncontroble.


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