Chapter 544

Chapter 544:

“I wasn’t trying to hide it from you. I only wanted to tell you once the details were certain,” Amelia explained.

“It’s the Brightmore Group that caused your company’s problems,” Wyatt said.

Amelia’s brows knitted. “They’re striking at both the Stewart Group and the Davis Group… What exactly is Leandro after?” she asked.

“I’ll know more once I meet with him tonight,” Wyatt replied.

Their conversation was cut short as Wyatt’s car rolled to a stop and Davin’s voice sounded from the front seat. “Mr. Stewart, we’ve arrived p>

“Alright then, I’ll hang up now. We’ll talk later,” Amelia said before ending the call.

Once Wyatt slipped his phone into his pocket, the bodyguard stepped out and opened the car door for him.

Wyatt and Davin then made their way into The Noir.

Known as the most exclusive club in Kretol, The Noir usually thrived with energy every night. Yet tonight the place was quiet.

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“Mr. Stewart, they’re seated over there,” Davin said, his eyes landing on Leandro, who lounged on a black leather sofa with Brielle at his side.

The sight of Brielle made Davin pause; a flash of surprise crossed his face. Without hesitation, Wyatt strode over and took the seat directly opposite Leandro. The two men locked eyes. No words were exchanged, yet Davin felt the air grow heavy with tension.

“Mr. Stewart, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” Brielle said, her sugary tone cutting through the silence and drawing Wyatt’s attention.

The look he gave her brimmed with disdain, and Brielle’s chest tightened with anger.

Across from them, Leandro watched the exchange, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. As he recalled the results of his investigation, a flicker of respect stirred in him for the man sitting across from him. If their roles were reversed, Leandro wasn’t sure he could have handled things better than Wyatt.

The edge he held over the Stewart Group had come from building Brightmore ahead of them.

“Mr. Stewart, agree to one condition, and I’ll withdraw my pressure on the Stewart Group,” Leandro said, his fingers drumming lightly against the coffee table.

Wyatt met Leandro’s words with an unwavering, composed stare. Instead of asking about the condition, he said, “If I remember correctly, there’s never been any grudge between us, Mr. Rodriguez p>

“That’s true. We hold no personal conflict,” Leandro replied, reclining comfortably against the sofa. “But your wife dared to offend Brielle p>

Wyatt’s brow lifted. “You’ve stirred up all this trouble simply to stand up for Brielle p>

When Leandro gave a confirming nod, Wyatt let out a faint smile—mockery plain on his face.

“Mr. Stewart, here’s my condition,” Leandro said. “Divorce your wife, marry Brielle, and the Brightmore Group will immediately stop targeting your company p>