My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1212 A Talk Between Men

Brandon observed Garrett’s obstinate demeanor, and his fury surged like a tempestuous sea. With a swift motion, he threw a powerful punch that connected with Garrett’s face.

“Pull your head from the depths of denial and confront the truth!” Brandon roared, his patience hanging by a thread.

Blindsided by the unexpected assault, Garrett crumpled to the ground, a rivulet of blood oozing from the comer of his mouth.

With a determined stride, Brandon closed in and seized Garrett’s collar. His voice trembled with vexation, “Kailee is a venomous viper. She could strike at your wife and child without warning. If I were you, I’d have dealt with her ages ago!”

As the words tumbled from his lips, a realization seemed to dawn on Brandon. His gaze hardened, piercing Garrett’s very soul. “Have you genuinely fallen for that wretched woman?” he demanded, his tone austere.

“What the blazes are you blathering about?!” Garrett snarled, shoving Brandon away with vehemence before springing up and landing a punishing blow on him.

“If you’re not in love with her, why the cloak and dagger?!” Brandon retorted, returning the favor with an equally ferocious punch to Garrett’s face.

a flurry of

would send the incriminating photos to Laney, dreading that the last date with Kailee wouldn’t resolve the situation, and trembling at the thought of Laney leaving him with their

assaults were

two men grappled on the rooftop, trading

lay battered and broken, strewn upon the ground like

weary sigh. “I merely hoped you

his dignity, Garrett insisted,

arched an eyebrow and turned to Brandon. “Brawling is hardly your preferred means

the language of men,” Brandon replied, leveraging the railing to hoist himself up. Even with a bruised visage, he exuded

shot a scornful glance at Garrett and taunted. “If he were a true man, he’d handle his affairs

had also cleared the fog from his mind

Laney discovered the truth by herself,

his feet, resolved to confront the situation head-on. “I must confess everything to Laney and plead for her mercy,” he

sensing the impulsiveness in his decision. “Hold on! Don’t act recklessly! Calm