The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 284

Max's embrace came without warning, and Paisley's body tensed up instinctively.

It had been a long time since she had been this close to a man, and she wasn't used to it at all, especially when it was someone like Max.

Feeling her stiffness, Max subtly scanned their surroundings. His lips, however, pressed lightly against her ear as he whispered, "I'm sorry. This is just for show. Please bear with it for a moment."

Paisley knew he was putting on an act for the lookouts watching them. Otherwise, she would have slapped him the moment he touched her.

"Alright, I understand," she responded softly, unaware that as she spoke, her lips brushed against the edge of Max's ear.

The lookouts outside couldn't hear what they were saying. To them, it simply looked like a couple whispering sweet nothings.

Over the years, countless people had tried to break apart Max and Tyson's hold over the Godard family from within. But this father and son pair were both notoriously disciplined. Not a single woman had ever successfully gotten close to them.

They gossiped, "Who would've thought? Max usually acts puritanical, but now he's all lovey-dovey with a woman."

"I thought Max and Tyson had some deep bond, but it looks like that's not the case. Tyson's on his deathbed, and Max is still lingering at the door with his girlfriend."

"Adoptive father and son? Please, it's just a relationship of mutual exploitation."

Max had always been Tyson's pawn, used to balance out the other members of the Godard family. And Max, in turn, had hoped to use Tyson to climb the ranks.

In this world, even biological fathers and sons could turn against each other for personal gain—let alone an adoptive father and son with no blood ties.

Seeing Max and his girlfriend embracing, those who were watching became even more convinced that Tyson's days were numbered.

At first, they had thought Max brought his girlfriend to see Tyson one last time. But now, it seemed more like he knew Tyson was no longer of use and had simply brought her along so they could leave together.

After all, once Tyson's death was confirmed, Max, as his adopted son, would have no place in the Godard family. He might even be in danger. Anyone in his position would use this time to prepare for an escape.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere in Brightmoor, the second son of the Godard family, Edmond Godard, had just received the news. His ambition swelled within his chest. Still, his demeanor remained elegant.

He slowly raised his wine glass, standing by the window as he offered a toast to the distance. His voice was warm and smooth. "Have a safe journey."

With that, he downed the drink in one gulp.

The liquor was crisp and fragrant, sending a wave of warmth from his throat to his stomach before spreading through his entire body.

"Perfect," he remarked, picking up the bottle from the side table and glancing at the label. "No wonder my brother liked this premium craft wine. The taste really is exceptional."

Behind him, his subordinate chimed in with flattery. "I heard the Cloud Crest Winery that makes it is right here in Brightmoor. If you like it, Mr. Godard, I'll contact them immediately and have this year's entire stock delivered to you."

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