Chapter 159: Is Brandon My Son
Brett angrily stormed out of the Van Doren Group building, his bodyguard pushing away the press who clamored around him eager to ask questions. It further reminded him of his failure, hi mind was a maelstrom of rage and panic. He had been so close, so tantalizingly close, to achieving his lifelong goal. But Levi’s unexpected revelation had shattered everything. The carefully constructed plan had backfired spectacularly, leaving him exposed and utterly humiliated.
He snatched the keys from his driver and jumped into the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He slammed his foot on the accelerator, the tires screeching as he sped away from the building. He needed to confront Sutton. She was the one responsible for this mess. She was the one who had lied to him, who had manipulated him, who had ultimately led to his downfall.
He arrived at Sutton’s apartment building, his anger reaching a boiling point. He did not bother with the intercom, simply barging through the lobby and taking the elevator to her floor. He pounded on her door, his fist connecting with the polished wood with a force that echoed through the hallway.
Sutton opened the door, her expression a mixture of surprise and apprehension. She could clearly sense his anger, his volatile state and she backed away.
Before she could speak, Brett reached out and grabbed her by the throat, his fingers tightening around her neck. He slammed her against the wall, the impact jarring her.
"Is he mine?" Brett snarled, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Is Brandon my son?"
Sutton’s eyes widened in terror. She could feel the pressure on her throat, the air being squeezed from her lungs while she clawed at his hand that refused to lessen it grip. She tried to speak, but no words came out.
Brett tightened his grip, his eyes burning with rage. "Answer me!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the apartment. "Is Brandon my son, did you lie to me?!"
Sutton finally managed to choke out a response, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes," she gasped, her eyes filled with fear.