Brendon Brooks.
Head of the Brooks family.
Everyone present knew who he was— how could they not?
He was one of the most feared and respected tycoons in Valor City.
But what none of them could process was—
Why was he apologizing to that man?
To that… “nobody”?
To that “country bumpkin” in cheap clothes?
Impossible.
Impossible!
People exchanged looks, shaking their heads. No matter how wild their imaginations ran, they couldn’t convince themselves that someone dressed like Matthew Powell could possibly be a heavyweight.
Sandra Fields stepped forward, trying to mask her unease.
“Mr. Brooks, you are…?”
“Shut your mouth!”
Brendon snapped back so violently that several people flinched. His glare was feral— full of murderous intent, as if he could tear Sandra apart with his bare tee
