Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 448

Ever since Brett was diagnosed with lung cancer, his spirits had been low, and his throat was constantly dry and itchy.

He lifted his water glass, took a big gulp, and stared blankly into the distance, his deep-set eyes devoid of any light. He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing with the motion.

Setting down his cup, Brett said with indifference, "Keep an eye on Nathaniel for me. Report back whenever." He was waiting for the right opportunity, waiting for a chance to knock the Windham Group out of J City.

"Sure thing." Liam stood by, patiently waiting for Brett to sign some documents. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and Brett glanced up at him.

Liam retrieved his phone and checked the new message. His face went pale instantly.

He shot a glance over to Brett, who caught his eye.

"Who's the text from?"

Was he really going to tell Brett?

Seeing Liam's expression, Brett knew the text was about him, and the more Liam hesitated, the worse it seemed.

"Let me have a look."

Liam handed his phone over to Brett. Brett looked at the message, and his grip tightened on the device.

The text was bad news. Liam's phone had a lot of contacts, one of which was Casey's.

The text was from Casey, a screenshot from a second-hand trading platform. The product photo was of a package that Izabella had signed for earlier that day.

The caption below the picture was what really got under Brett's skin.

[Price: 250,000. Authentic product. Serious buyers only.]

The price was highlighted in an eye-catching red, an apparent taunt. It was as if Casey was directly mocking him.

The real kicker was that Casey had not only sold the package but also sent the screenshot to Liam.

The audacity of it all!

Brett frowned, still gripping the phone. Liam watched him nervously, fearing that he would end up smashing the phone in a fit of rage.

It wouldn't be the first time. Brett was known for his short fuse, and he had destroyed at least ten phones in his fits of anger.

But after reading the message, Brett just put the phone down on the table and continued reading through the documents as if nothing had happened.

Brett had changed, or more accurately, he had compromised on something.

Liam picked up his phone, a lump forming in his throat.

Brett signed the documents quickly. After he put down his pen, Liam packed up the papers and said, "I'll be outside. Call me if you need anything, President Windham."

"Alright."

After Liam left, Brett fell into a somber silence. He took out his phone and opened the second-hand trading platform, searching for the product mentioned in the text. The package had already been resold.

He felt so exhausted, a wave of fatigue washing over him from his heart, even reflecting in his eyes.

Casey was just showing off. In the product photo, a shadow was cast on the ground next to the package. He loved Izabella so much that he could even recognize her from a blurred shadow.

Meanwhile, the groceries that Casey had ordered online had arrived.

Izabella curiously went over to see what Casey had bought. She opened the box and saw several large crabs.

"Why did you buy crabs? If you wanted to eat them, we could have just gone out. Cooking them at home is such a hassle." She reached out to touch one but was stopped by Casey.

"The crabs are still alive; be careful."

"They're tied up. They won't pinch me." Izabella reminded.

Casey was just too protective, and he didn't want her to lift a finger, let alone risk getting hurt.

"I bought the crabs for crab cakes, and you can have them for breakfast tomorrow." Casey swiftly picked up the box and headed back to the kitchen. "I'll go knead the dough."

The crabs were steamed quickly, and after kneading the dough and wrapping it up in cling wrap to put in the fridge, he began to peel the cooled crabs.

Izabella came over to help, but the crab shells were too hard and sharp, and Casey didn't want her to risk getting cut.

"You don't have to help. How's the script reading going?"

"Almost done."

"Then let's run lines together."

Izabella pulled up a chair and sat down behind him. "I haven't seen you read the script. How can you run lines with me?"

"I've read the script long ago, and I can even recite it. Don't believe me? Let's try the first scene."

They sat together, Casey multitasking, peeling crabs while reciting lines with Izabella.

His hands moved fast and efficiently, skillfully removing all the meat from the crab shells. He could even piece the empty shells back together.

After half an hour of running lines, the crabs were all peeled.