Chapter 384 The Offer

• Brandon sat stiffly in the grand study, the heavy scent of aged whiskey and cigars clinging to the air like an oppressive fog. Across from him, Bernardo lounged in a leather chair, his fingers drumming against the polished wood of the armrest.
• The sound was slow and calculated, a taunt wrapped in nonchalance, and it made Brandon’s blood simmer with restrained fury.
• Armed guards stood at attention around the room, their blank stares giving nothing away, but their presence was enough to remind Brandon of just how deep he was in enemy territory. He had walked into the lion’s den, and Bernardo knew it.