When Herri mentioned Jared, Agnes’ eyes darkened.
"Why did you guys fight? Was there a misunderstanding?" Kerri asked.
Agnes endured the grievance in her heart and told the whole story. After hearing the story, Kerri couldn't believe it: "It's too much for him to doubt you and Ryder.What’s wrong with him?"
Having it all out in the open, Agnes felt a lot better.
But she was disappointed, and she fell on the sofa and didn't want to move: "Men are not reliable." Kerri also said: "There is no good man in the world." "Exactly."
Brayden had just changed and passed by the door of the guest room. The door was ajar, and he happened to overhear their conversation.
A smirk tugged at his lips, almost bursting into laughter.
Then he jingled his car keys, heading straight down to the garage.
The 99th floor office of the Tim Group.
Upon opening the door, Brayden saw Jared standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back turned, looking lonely.
Brayden strolled over, plonked himself down in Jared's office chair, tossed his car keys on the desk, spun the chair around and sighed, "Being the boss is no picnic. Working late into the night, it's not as cushy as my life."
Jared turned around at this, glanced at Brayden, and said dryly, "Your carefree days are numbered. I hear your brother is thriving at the Simonds Group. Has Madeleine Simonds taken a liking to him? Just wait, soon enough you'll be called to work at the Simonds Group."
The Simonds family might not have many heirs, but their connections were complex.
Madeleine, a widow from a young age, single-handedly managed the massive Simonds Group.
She had one son, Jadeon Simonds.
Even though he was considered part of the Simonds family, Madeleine would never hand over the vast Simonds estate to someone not related by blood.
So, recently, she's been nagging Brayden to start working at the company.
Brayden was getting pretty fed up.
Jared hit a nerve with his comment. Feeling a bit awkward, Brayden said, "I think it's good to let him run the company. He's the one who's hard working, and he's willing to. I just need those shares, getting dividends every year. How comfortable this kind of life is! Madeleine just dislikes me. She forced me to start a family before, now pushing me to inherit the family business. She doesn't know what my dreams are."
"What's your dream?"
"To be a man of leisure."
Jared was speechless.
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