Chapter 813 He Will Let Him Suffer
Fifteen minutes later, after dropping the baby off at home, Brady returned to the Hall Group. In his office on the top floor, he found a bouquet of roses with a sinister undertone waiting for him.
Especially when he discovered the photo of Violet and Darian hidden among the fiery red roses.
His eyes darkened instantly, like sinking into the depths of the ocean.
The photo showed a teenage Violet, around 17, leaning slightly towards Darian, making a peace sign with one hand, smiling at the camera. Beside her, Darian was also leaning slightly towards her, smiling as well. They looked like a young couple in love.
But Violet had told him that she and Darian were just classmates. Darian had pursued her back then, but she had turned him down.
And now, after all these years, Darian suddenly reappeared, wanting to collaborate with Violet and sending this photo to provoke him?
Did he think he could get away with this?
Brady sneered coldly, ready to tear up the photo. But then he thought, tearing it up would be petty. Since Darian wanted to provoke him, he would show Darian what real danger looked like.
Did Darian think Brady was easy to mess with?
With that thought, Brady tossed the photo into the bottom drawer of his desk and pressed the intercom to connect with Eddy. "Eddy, is JK about to sign a contract with Darian?"
Eddy replied, "Yes, Mr. Hall."
Brady said coldly, "Have Mr. Green come up here."
Eddy, sensing something off in Brady's tone, wondered if there was an issue with JK. Unable to figure it out, he simply responded, "Yes, Mr. Hall."
After hanging up, Brady twirled his pen, deep in thought.
Violet had been honest with him about wanting to sign Darian because a strong new design company had emerged in New Future City. She feared JK might be crushed, so if he asked her to give up the contract, she wouldn't be happy, even if she respected his wishes.
Brady didn't want her to face setbacks just after taking over the company.
He had to endure this situation.
But Darian had the nerve to provoke him directly. If he tolerated it any longer, he'd be a fool.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Max entered, respectfully knocking before saying, "Mr. Hall, I'm Max from JK."
"Come in," Brady said, pulling himself back to the present.
Max entered, closing the door behind him, and quickly approached Brady's desk, bowing slightly. "Mr. Hall, what can I do for you?"
"Have a seat," Brady gestured to the chair in front of his desk.
"Yes, sir." Max, feeling the strong aura emanating from Brady, sat down nervously, his hands starting to tremble on his lap.
Brady rarely called for him directly. Usually, his assistant Eddy would inform him of the reason beforehand.
But not today.
When Eddy called him up, he hadn't mentioned the reason, making Max worry that his recent work performance might be in question.
"Tell me about your collaboration with Darian," Brady said, tapping his pen.
"Darian?" Max was initially taken aback, then felt a wave of relief. He had feared it was about his work performance.
He was startled.
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