The Almighty Heir's Return

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Brandon fought the urge to roll his eyes, because he knew nothing good would come out of that.

“You keep pretending that I’m not here, Brandon, and you’ll regret it.”

Taking a deep breath, Brandon decided he didn’t have to hold his tongue as well.

“Something you should do, Kayle: pretending that I am not here. I believe the time you spent at home was not enough, was it?”

Kayle looked at Brandon with fire in his eyes.

“You think you’re funny, right?” Kayle approached his face from Brandon’s, but this time, it didn’t cause any reaction. As a bully, Kayle was like those chinese finger traps: the more you pull, the more it sticks to your fingers. It was what kept him alive, fed. And Brandon was tired of giving fuel to Kayle. The difference was that he would not just stay by and get beaten.

“It doesn’t matter what I think on this matter. You should try to use your time better. Like…” Brandon got closer to Kayle and whispered. “Like helping your father to make the family’s compan