Chapter 120

Desmond’s POV

After seeing Laila off, a heavy weight settled in my chest. I could practically feel the rage radiating from Brenda, even though she wasn’t in the same room. She had every right to be furious—I’d publicly humiliated her, dismissed her like she was nothing in front of Laila. But it wasn’t because I cared for Laila, not in the way Brenda thought.

I had my reasons. Laila wasn’t just some privileged heiress; she was the key to ensuring my aunt Hamilton could take over the Martins Group. Without that leverage, Brenda and I would be left stranded, just like I left my late wife. But unlike my wife, I wouldn’t let Brenda face the same end. Laila was a tool, nothing more.

Still, Brenda wouldn’t see it that way. I sighed and pulled out my phone, hesitating for a second before calling her. The phone rang longer than usual before she finally picked up.

“What do you want, Desmond?” Her voice was icy, her anger palpable even through the phone.

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