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.

Garrett roared, unleashing a flurry of pent-up

been living in a perpetual state of terror-fearing Kailee 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

assaults were

men grappled on the rooftop, trading punch for punch in a

appeared, both men lay battered and

merely hoped you two

about his dignity, Garrett insisted,

turned to Brandon. “Brawling is hardly your preferred means of

the railing to hoist himself up. Even with a bruised visage, he exuded an

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

yet it had also cleared the fog from his mind He recognized that the truth could never

by herself, their relationship

to his feet, resolved to confront the situation head-on. “I

moved to leave, Janet caught him, sensing the impulsiveness in his decision. “Hold on! Don’t