Bryan was looking for Anna. He saw Anna coming this way, but there was only Liam.
"Uncle."
Liam glanced at Bryan and strode downstairs.
Bryan, who was ignored by Liam, squinted angrily behind him.
Then he quickly concealed his thoughts and smiled politely.
He said, "Uncle, I have a question for you."
Liam came to a slow halt and turned his back with a cool face.
Bryan clenched his fists, thought about it, and summoned up the courage to shout, "Why are you fighting our Dawson Group for Anna? The Dawson Group and Ackman Group are related anyway."
"You're doing it for Anna. Aren't you worried Grandma's going to be sad?"
"Don't you remember that vow you made in front of Grandma?"
Liam was more cold than ever, his thin lips raising a wry smile.
His tone was tinged with sarcasm, "Everything has a premise. You bully my woman, so you should pay the price."
Bryan paused.
Liam said slowly, "You're not stupid. You know what I'm talking about."
His words hit Bryan with power and penetration.
Watching Liam turn away with a cold expression on his face, Bryan couldn't help feeling jealous and gritting his teeth.
"You'd rather help an outsider than lend a hand to help your own family. It seems you really love Anna!"
"Liam, Anna is mine. She can never be yours! You two was over long ago!"
"If you're against me, you're against the Dawson Group! I look forward to seeing you fall!"
Bryan punched the wall hard.
He felt his anger still burning fiercely in his heart, and he threw a few punches.
"Mr. Dawson, I found you at last. Madam Dawson wants you to go to her room." The servant said respectfully.
Bryan frowned, "What does Grandma want to see me about?"
Bryan got up and went to Grandmother Dawson's
room.
Grandmother Dawson was sipping tea slowly, leaning back in a chair in her room, when she saw Bryan come in. She handed her tea cup to the maid.
Her movements were still dignified, and her eyes seemed to be looking down upon a multitude of kneeling courtiers.
"You all go and rest." Madam Dawson said.
All the servants were dismissed.
Bryan sat by Dawson's bed and smiled, "Grandma, what do you want to see me about? It's so late now. You'd better go to bed early. I'd be sorry if you were ill."
"You feel sorry for me? Really?"
"What are you talking about? Of course I love you, Grandma."
Grandmother Dawson looked at Bryan with a disgruntled look in her eyes.
"Grandma want to talk to you today."
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