Chapter 899

Beach Group. The moment Beach Group declared bankruptcy, a century-old legacy just... crumbled. Technically, it was more like just a name change—staff were all transferred to Crestview with the same pay and positions—but to the outside world, it looked like a total crash. Francis Coleman had just stepped out of the building when he spotted a black SUV parked out front. Standing against the car door was Patrick Collins, brows furrowed, eyes locked on Francis. Francis walked with a limp—his lower leg shattered in a car accident not long ago. Even after healing, walking was still tough for him. Spotting Patrick, he froze, instinctively lowered his head, and instinct kicked in—run. In Francis' eyes, Patrick was the textbook definition of a straight dude. Francis knew he liked men since forever. And Patrick? He only ever used that as a weapon to dig into his wounds. "Run? With that leg? You think you can get far?" Patrick's voice was low, his scowl sharp. The guy just didn't know how to tal