Chapter 675

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"I'm married only to Raegan!" Mitchel replied, his tone turning cold. «She is my legitimate wife. "I'd better not hear you mention his name again, or you'll have no place in Ardlens."

Henley stood his ground. “No matter how superior you act, you can't change the fact that I'm your half-brother. It doesn't matter if I'm not in the family records. A fact is a fact.

Henley convinced himself that it was no big deal even if well-laid plans didn't work out. Patience was his virtue, believing that he had all the time to scheme against Mitchel until he obtained the desired results.

"Do you really not understand what it means to be excluded from family records?" Mitchel looked at Henley disdainfully. “It means that you have no right to any assets of the Dixon Group, including any inheritance from our father, which will be mine alone. I can even recover any assets that Alexis transferred to you.”

Henley's complexion turned white. He had thought that only his reputation would suffer, which did not worry him too much. But he never expected that Kyler would completely disinherit him, leaving him penniless.

Before Henley could say anything else, the door opened.

Beuford went out first and Mitchel quickly came over to help him.

Beuford announced: “Alexis has promised to stay out of the company's affairs forever. This applies to you too, Henley. You are no longer part of the Dixon Group.

Henley's face turned ghostly white, exclaiming, "No!" Without the support of the Dixon Group, every step I took would be a struggle.

And his plans to sabotage Mitchel from within would be impossible.

Alexis, stripped of his previous arrogance, looked defeated. "Yes, that's my decision."

Henley froze in disbelief.

Suddenly, a disheartened Alexis, without even looking at Henley, ordered: “Pick up your belongings. We're leaving now."

Henley stood there, stunned, trying to process Alexis' unexpected surrender. His eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. He was not willing to give up.

"Is your last name Brooks?" Beuford suddenly asked.

Henley turned pale, trying to speak but unable to make a sound.

Beuford gave him some advice: “Some advice, young man. If it's not yours, don't want it, or you'll end up living a miserable life.

Although Beuford spoke slowly due to his age, Henley sensed a strong caution in his words.

Indeed, Beuford's youth was not to be taken lightly.

Henley objected: "Why shouldn't I claim what's mine? I share the Dixon blood and, by law, I am entitled to my share.

Beuford just smiled, dismissing him. "You still have a lot to learn."

«If you insist on pushing me away, I will not hold back. I'll see you in court…” Henley's words were cut off.

"A slap!" Henley felt a stinging slap across her face.

Henley, feeling the sting of humiliation, could hardly believe that Alexis was slapping him.

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