Chapter 149 Unspoken Satisfaction
Brady took pleasure in Violet's quiet surrender, feeling a peculiar sense of elation as if she really was willingly his.
He shifted his stance slightly without letting go of her waist, still claiming her with an assertive embrace. His gaze then locked onto Aiden with territorial intensity, "Mr. White, I really had no idea you were eying my woman."
Aiden offered a tight-lipped, insincere smile, not yet ready to openly confront a man like Brady, lacking the full power to take him down. With feigned cheerfulness, he said, "Mr. Hall, you've got it all wrong. I have no designs on Ms. Devereux. I was just in the midst of discussing a contract with her about a design project and thought dinner would be a good opportunity."
"Come on, Mr. Hall, don't be so stingy. You're not going to turn this down, right?" Aiden's eyes flickered with a cunning glint as he held Brady Hall's steady gaze—an impression of a wolf eyeing its prey.
He had been taken aback to learn Violet Devereux was linked with Brady Hall, but after mulling it over, it just didn't add up.
His woman? That had to be a joke.
Aiden refused to believe that Violet, a disgraced heiress cut off from the Devereux fortune, now penniless and without any notable connections, could be the woman Brady Hall wanted. Why her, when he could have any woman he desired?
Was there something else about Violet Devereux that caught Brady's interest?
That was the only conclusion Aiden could come to.
Brady Hall never made a bad deal.
Aiden wouldn't voice his suspicions, though. He'd just play along.
"Is that so? If we're merely discussing a design project, I suppose that's fine. And for a work discussion, tomorrow at JK is more convenient, don't you think, Mr. White?" Brady's voice was laid-back but carried an undercurrent of authority.
Without a doubt, Aiden couldn't keep Violet around any longer. With a falsely warm smile, he said, "Of course, Mr. Hall. Sorry about the trouble today."
"That settles it, then. We'll be on our way," Brady said with polished ease as he rose. With a swift move, he took the woman by his side and led her out of the lavish restaurant, leaving Aiden to watch helplessly.
Aiden wasn't the sort to take such a loss lying down. Out of frustration, he slammed his fist onto the table, eliciting a loud bang that turned heads among the diners and staff.
Unbothered by their stares, he loosened his tie, glanced at the glaringly shiny tabletop, and cursed under his breath: "Damn it."
He admitted to himself that he wanted Violet Devereux too.
Brady Hall may have won this round, but it didn't matter. Once he brought down the Hall family, Violet would be his.
*
Outside the restaurant, Violet found herself swept up in Brady Hall's assertive departure, drawing curious looks from passersby.
After all, Brady Hall wasn't just any CEO in New York; his looks topped the charts, and that was no boast.
His tall and sturdy stature turned heads as he strode confidently down the street, his crisp white shirt and slacks as if lifted straight from a movie scene. Women passersby couldn't help but steal glances his way.
Violet Devereux endured a short walk by his side, and when they reached a quiet stretch of wall where the sidewalks were nearly empty, she glanced around to confirm their solitude. Swiftly pulling her hand away, she maintained a distance and said, “Thanks for stepping in, Mr. Hall.”
With that, she turned to leave.
Brady Hall watched her, his tone low and measured, “Really? Just like that, you're going?”
Of course, right on cue, the two bodyguards who always trailed behind him appeared out of nowhere, effectively blocking Violet's path.
She was stopped in her tracks, unease flickering across her face as she bit her lip and turned to face the man behind her, her voice tense, “Mr. Hall, I'd like to go home.”
Unruffled, Brady took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, drew one out, placed it between his lips, and with an elegant flick of his lighter, a flame burst into life.
He lit the cigarette, took a drag, his deep-set eyes contemplative, and said slowly, “Join me for dinner.”
---
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
