Chapter 130: Chapter 130

Chapter 130:

Millard, having dealt with the Sanderson family before, recognized Brenton and quickly shifted to a more respectful tone.

“Mr. Sanderson, you must be jesting. We hold your sister in high esteem.

But, could you clarify who exactly is your sister?”

Maurice raised an eyebrow. Mr. Sanderson? Could this man, clearly here for his sister, actually be from the Four Great Families, the influential Sanderson family? That seemed unlikely. Rumor had it that the Sanderson family had only five sons and no daughters, so this man couldn’t be hailing from the powerful Sanderson family.

Uncertain of Brenton’s true identity but influenced by Millard’s deferential approach, Maurice refrained from showing any rudeness toward Brenton.

“Hello, I am…”

Brenton interrupted him sharply.

“Shut up!”

Maurice felt a sting of humiliation like never before.

His cheeks flushed with shame.

Yet, he restrained himself from lashing out, still gripped by the uncertainty of Brenton’s identity. Millard, witnessing his friend’s disgrace, found himself unable to intervene, aware of the risk of antagonizing the Sanderson family.

Recalling the reason for Brenton’s presence, he asked hesitantly, “Mr. Sanderson, if you might provide your sister’s name, I could possibly…” But Brenton didn’t let him finish.

“Harlee Sanderson.”

Ł@ŧëşŧ ÇĦ@þŦèŕş íń 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The moment the name was mentioned, Millard’s legs almost gave out from under him.

Millard froze.

He was doomed.

Absolutely done for.

He had inadvertently helped Maurice antagonize Harlee, the sole heiress of the Sanderson estate! The director position he had finally clinched was now hanging by a thread…

Maurice had just reached the police station and was unaware of Harlee, yet Millard’s reaction tipped him off that the assailant of his son in the hospital was Brenton’s sister. Still, Maurice remained unfazed. What did it matter if she was Brenton’s sister? He had video evidence of her assaulting his son.

He was confident in his justification, no matter where he presented his case.

Regarding the Tartarus Club, Maurice couldn’t get anything from there, and he doubted Brenton could access the surveillance tapes or know the gruesome details.

Encountering Rhys was no simple task.

Millard smiled awkwardly at Brenton and responded, “I see, Harlee is your sister. My sincerest apologies. I’ll have her released immediately.”

Maurice’s sharp eyes bore into Millard as he questioned, “What do you mean by this?”

Brenton ignored Maurice and said to Millard, “No need. Just point me to where my sister is detained.”

Sweat drops as big as peas rolled down Millard’s forehead.

After a brief pause, he barely managed to whisper, “The detention room.”

These words sent Brenton into a fury, casting a cold shadow over the room.

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