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Forsaken 159

    <b>Chapter </b><b>159 </b>


    Briar turned to Edgar, feigning confusion as she asked, “You called me home to give me the photos and have dinner, right? We’ve eaten, <b>and </b><b>I’ve </b><b>got </b>the photos. What else do you want?”


    “You haven’t been home in so long. I have a lot to say to you. Let’s sit down and talk,” Edgar replied.


    He paused for a moment. Putting on the air of the family head, he instructed, “Sara, bring the small tea tin I brought homest month and make a pot of tea for the study.”


    Sara, who had been quietly hiding in the room, spoke up and came out. She looked at Briar to make sure she wasn’t nning to leave<b>, </b>then rushed <b>to </b>


    the kitchen to make some tea.


    Edgar smiled as he walked toward the stairs. He said, “Briar,e on, let’s go <i>to </i>the study and have a good father–daughter talk. No one is allowed <b>to </b>


    disturb us.”


    Worried Briar might turn him down again, Edgar hurried upstairs right after speaking, not giving her even a second to respond.


    Briar shot a nce at the three who had been holding themselves back ever since she walked in, catching that greedy, disdainful glint in Camden’s eyes. She let out a cold snort, then sauntered upstairs without a care.


    The study door was wide open. Edgar was already inside, standing by the desk and watching the staircase. When he saw Briaring up, that fake, loving smile appeared on his face again.


    “Briar, over here. Come sit,” Edgar called out, waving her over with a beaming grin.


    Briar slouched into the study, flopping onto the sofa while making sure the photos in her pocket didn’t get bent. “I’m short on time, so just spit <b>it </b><b>out</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>she said in annoyance.


    Pretending not to notice the annoyance in her tone, he chuckled, “You’re still as stubborn as ever. It’ste now, so what could you possibly have going on right now?”


    Briar snapped, clearly losing patience, “Edgar, there’s no one else here, so stop pretending you have any dignity left. If you have something to say, say <b>it</b>.”


    Edgar’s face turned ugly at her outburst, and he had to take several deep breaths to keep his anger in check.


    Just then, the servant brought in the tea. Edgar took a moment to collect himself before pouring Briar a cup. He said, “Here, this is a premium tea. Give it


    a try.”


    Briar had run entirely out of patience with Edgar, who never seemed to understand in words. Without another word, she stood up and headed straight


    for the door.


    “Briar, I’m sorry…” Edgar hurried after her, his voice anxious and full of regret as he exined, “It’s my fault. I made you suffer all these years. I was wrong. I hope you can forgive your dad…”


    He blocked her way and even gave her a deep bow, but Briar just stepped aside, dodging him without hesitation.


    “You apologized. But, so what?” Briar spat; she wasn’t touched at all by Edgar’s sudden humility and called him out without mercy,


    “I know you have an agenda for this apology. Stop wasting time and just say what you want. Don’t make me stand here for nothing<b>, </b>he said coldly.


    Ever since Briar walked through the door, every word out of her mouth was like poking holes in Edgar, and she just couldn’t <b>talk </b><b>to </b><b>him </b><b>without </b>stabbing where it hurt.


    “Alright then, I’ll just say it,” Edgar said, clearly ufortable, knowing things were about to get tense with Briar again.


    Briar stood there, arms crossed, a half–smile ying on her lips as she waited for him to go on.


    <b>1/3 </b>


    “You’re officially running Jennings Group now. As the leader, shouldn’t you be thinking more about thepany’s future <b>and </b><b>nning </b>Edge


    Briar immediately caught the hidden meaning in his words and questioned, “So?”


    “Since you’re so close to Ashton now, you should talk to him about business deals and see if there are any projects worth <b>bringing </b><b>in </b><b>for </b><b>the </bpany. Edgar said.


    Briar let out a coldugh, “So that’s the real reason you called me home tonight, isn’t it?”


    Edgar didn’t deny it and continued, “We’re all businesspeople. If there are good opportunities out there, of course I want to get them for <b>the </b><bpany </b>


    Briar cut him off in an icy tone, “Are you kidding me? I am now thergest shareholder in Jennings Group, How thepany moves forward is none of your business anymore.”


    As if that wasn’t clear enough, Briar shook a finger in Edgar’s face and spat, “And let me give you a piece of advice. Don’t even think about using <b>Ashton</b>, Otherwise, even if you manage to make some money, you won’t live long enough to spend it.”


    Edgar’s face went pale, and he stammered, “What… what exactly do you mean by that?”


    Briar just kept waving her finger around and nonchntly stated, “Don’t read too much into it. I’m just warning you. Don’t try to take what doesn’t belong to you, or you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”


    Edgar still wouldn’t give up as he pressed, “You’re with Ashton now. Why can’t the Jennings family ask him for some resources? <b>Why </b>would that be so dangerous?


    “Don’t try to threaten me, or I’ll just go straight to Ashton myself. He owes me at least a little respect for your sake, doesn’t he?”


    Briar shot Edgar a look andughed, “Oh? You sound so sure of yourself. How about I ask him for you right now?”


    With that, she whipped out her phone, tapped on the very first pinned contact in her list, and hit call.


    The call connected almost instantly. Briar thoughtfully put it on speaker, and Ashton’s gentle, caring voice filled the room, “Briar?”


    He sounded soft and genuinely concerned, and he asked, “Did you make it home?”


    Edgar instantly recognized Ashton’s voice, his face lighting up with excitement. Before Briar could even get a word in, he rushed to speak, eager to make his presence known. “Mr. Wade, hello. This is Edgar Jennings. I was hoping to talk to you about something…”


    “Shut up,” Ashton cut him off in a cold voice, all the warmth from Before gone in a sh. Now, the young man sounded downright icy and fed up, his authority impossible to ignore.


    Edgar went rigid, instantly silenced by fear. He shrank back, not even daring to look Briar in the eye, and just stood aside, awkward and meek.


    That was when Briar finally spoke, “Ashton, I’m still at the Jennings ce. Edgar won’t let me leave. He keeps dragging me into talks about the future of the Jennings Group and is even trying to get me to reach out to you for resources to help thepany. Can you believe that? Isn’t it just ridiculous?<b>” </b>


    On the other end, Ashton went eerily quiet for a second before replying, “If you want a share of my resources, that’s not <b>out </b><b>of </b><b>the </b><b>question</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>


    Edgar asked in a hopeful voice, “Mr. Wade, are you serious?<b>” </b>


    Ashton let out a low chuckle, but he didn’t answer Edgar. Instead, he addressed Briar, “The moment your dad is no longer a shareholder in Jennings Group, I’ll have my secretary contact yourpany to discuss a partnership.”


    Edgar was left speechless.


    To put it simply, as long as Edgar holds even a single share in Jennings Group, the Wade Group won’t even think about <b>working </b><b>with </b><b>them</b><b>. </b>


    It did not matter if Briar was the current CEO of Jennings Group, as none of that would change <b>a </b>thing.


    Briar’s eyes curved with amusement as she looked at the dazed Edgar and spat, “You heard that, right? Are <i>you </i>still dreaming<b>?</b><b>” </b>“Honestly how <b>clusters </b>can he be?‘ she thought.
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