Chapter 591

Inside the noisy private room of a clubhouse, the person who came for the drama had his head pinned against the table. Serena, who was standing behind Brandon, rubbed her expensive earring casually as she observed the scene in contempt. She seemed pleased with the situation as though everything was under her control. Marcus Daccomb was pinned to the ground by a powerful force. "What, am I wrong? Serena is pregnant with your father's child, making her your stepmother. Brandon, they might all be afraid of you, but I'm not. I'll take you down if I have the chance." Marcus was the son of another political figure as well, and he was just as helpless as Brandon. With such a background, the one with the higher rank would be considered superior. Brandon would never submit to anyone. "Let's see who gets to take down the other first, then." Brandon never made empty threats. He grabbed Marcus' hair and dragged him outside the room before pinning him against the wall and punching him. The waiters all scattered in fear along with their carts and wine bottles. In the next moment, Marcus was tossed toward the cart like a ragged doll, pushing all the bottles down. He lay on the ground covered in blood, unable to move. Other guests in the rooms heard the commotion and came outside, all shocked by the sight. Meanwhile, in another luxurious room, Shane went inside and whispered a few words into Anderson's ear. "Anderson, what's happening out there? I've been in Belchester City for years, but it's the first time I've heard that someone dares to cause trouble here. I wonder who's the reckless teen." The person who spoke was Orson, who had just been released. This was a meal set up by the two of them. Shortly after, Gregory's assistant went outside. When he saw the people out there, he immediately returned to the room to report the situation. "What? Isn't he at home? Why would he be here?" Gregory asked. Anderson smirked, and Gregory took one glance at him. After being in the political field for years, he instantly saw through Anderson. Tension instantly rose inside the room even though there were just a few people inside. Gregory was wary of Anderson and said coldly, "I thought someone was looking after him." "Mr. Brandon snuck out. I'm afraid Mrs. Sawyer and Ms. Sadler don't know about it." "Useless! They can't even keep one person in check," Gregory shouted. His words seemed to be hinting at a certain person. Anderson's gaze remained unwavering, and he didn't say a word. Orson chuckled. "You can't keep your son in check and blame two women for it. What's that saying, Anderson? It's a father's failure when his son misbehaves, right? If you can't discipline your own son, what makes you think others can? "Well, I guess I'm not even sure which son you're speaking of. If I remember correctly, Mr. Sawyer here has quite a lot of sons, right, Anderson?" "Who are you to speak here?" Gregory said. Orson was not at all intimidated by Gregory. Anderson set his glass down and stood. "It's getting late, Orson. Let's not stop Mr. Sawyer from handling his family affairs. It's my treat today, so I'll cover the bill." With that, he strode off, and Orson followed closely behind.