Chapter 153:
However, Harlee had mentioned that as long as the Juarez family was around, he couldnât cut ties with her just yet. What a headache! He was just a typical playboy. Was he really capable of driving the Juarez family to bankruptcy? How daunting this task was! He now regretted having agreed to take on the challenge. What should he do now? He didnât even know where to beginâ¦
No.
He couldnât be like this.
He had to pull himself together. With that thought, Brixton instructed the driver to head to the Green Group. While he chose not to turn to his elder brother for guidance, he certainly needed some advice from a seasoned businessman.
Thirty minutes later, Brixton was seated in Rhysâ office. Naturally, there were a few setbacks along the way, like the staff downstairs not recognizing him and Rhys not recalling his face.
But eventually, they were facing each other.
âI want to learn some business tactics from you and how to win in corporate warfare,â Brixton clasped his hands together, ready to learn.
Rhys barely reacted.
âNot available for tutorship.â
When Brixton and Harlee talked about bringing the Juarez family down, Rhys had scheduled a last-minute meeting and missed their exchange.
Brixton hastily said, âDonât dismiss the idea so quickly! You hold my mother in high regard, and she wants to see me do well. If you assist me in swiftly dismantling the Juarez family, sheâll be thrilled.â
Rhys caught the essential detail. The Juarez family? The Juarez family wouldnât dare to challenge Brixton. Why did Brixton suddenly want to bankrupt them, and with such urgency? Could it beâ¦
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Rhys lifted his gaze.
âSo, tell me. Why do you want to see the Juarez family go bankrupt?â
Brixton struggled to find the right words.
He couldnât quite bring himself to reveal his bet with Harlee to Rhys.
However, the gnawing fear that Rhys might withhold his assistance in response to his silence plagued him.
After a moment of tense silence, Brixton found the courage to speak, though his voice faded into a whisper by the end.
âCan I not say it?â
Brixton cautiously glanced up at Rhys. Just as he braced for a denial, Rhys gave a surprising nod of approval.
âFine.â
âReally?â Relief washed over Brixton, his expression brightening.
Rhys took a moment, then nodded and said, âIâll show you how, but making the choices is on you!â
Under normal circumstances, Rhys wouldnât bother spending his time like this, familial ties or not.
But this was for Harleeâs sake, and that changed everything.
A smile broke across Brixtonâs face.
âThen itâs agreed. Iâll start my lessons with you tomorrow morning.â
Rhys simply nodded in confirmation.
Bringing down the Juarez family was straightforward.
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