BuzzNovelChapter 1405: "I want to see my lawyer!" he snapped, done playing games.
All he wanted now was to get out.
As long as he made it back to the Independent Continent, there was still room to turn things around.
Corrine paid Bryant no mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe slammed the table in frustration and barked, "Richard, I know you're standing right outside! For the sake of our years of friendship, I won't make this hard for you. Get my lawyer in here now!" Just hearing his nmade Richard flinch. A heavy sense of dread crept into his chest.
He knew that the moment he chose Corrine's side, there was no going back. His ties with Bryant had to be cut clean.
In both politics and the workplace, nothing was more dangerous than sitting on the fence.
Richard understood that too well. He called over a subordinate, gave a few quiet orders, and then hurried back to his office, wiping cold sweat from his brow as he left the scene behind.
Inside the room, Bryant heard nothing from the door. The silence stretched, sinking his heart like a stone in water.
Richard's absence said it all-he had washed his hands of Bryant.
Yet without Richard, getting out of the police station would be nearly impossible. No matter how capable he was, this step needed Richard's help.
The realization made panic rise in Bryant's chest. His calm crumbled, and he began to fidget like a cat on a hot tin roof.
He pulled off his glasses and looked at Corrine. "What exactly do you—" Official edition from: gVlnovtCorrine stood slowly, strolling over until she was right in front of him. She crossed her arms and leaned casually against the table, staring down at him.
Bryant, still cuffed to his chair, tried to sit straighter, attempting to meet her gaze head-on.
To Corrine, the effort looked laughable.
She studied him with a faint, cold smile. "You really thought the summit being held in Riverveille was thanks to your behind-the-scenes schemes? That sdocument and flimsy evidence could takedown?" Bryant's eyes widened. "So you knew all along?"
His voice shook-not from fear, but from sheer fury at being outplayed. He had thought he was clever. It turned out Corrine had been two steps ahead all along.
m A thin smile tugged at Corrine's lips. Her eyes, cold as frost, sent a chill through the room. “You're a little smarter than Andromache, I'll give you that. Took your tlaying traps, planted people around me. Still, you're only a notch better than her." In other words, no matter how they dressed it up, they still ended up losing.
Bryant, well into his fifties and raised in a family everyone envied, had long mastered the art of hiding his m thoughts behind a polished mask. His gentlemanly facade had helped him survive countless power struggles. But Corrine's words cracked that mask.
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