Ian Wolf’s POV.
I try to keep myself sane and not care about Bratt's words. He's a damn fool. We've never been friends. Although our families are in the same business, our parents have never been enemies. However, since Bratt took over the family business, he has declared war on me more than once.
The sound of heels makes me straighten up as the gentle breeze envelops me.
"Your mother is asking for you," Brooke says in a low tone.
I closed my eyes at Brooke's tone so I turned around and studied her. She handed me a drink.
"I think you could use this."
I looked at her in silence, making her shift uncomfortably.
I reach out and take the drink before taking a sip.
"I didn't know you knew Bratt."
It's not a question.
"What I said inside is true, he almost ran me over and well..."
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