The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never

Brysons voice was resolute, offering Franco a sense of reassurance.

After the call ended, Hannah asked softly, What would you like me to do? Bryson paused thoughtfully before saying, Reach out to our allies, especially the shareholders who suffered losses because of Mayfields proposals.

We need their support and any information they can offer.

Ill focus on tracking Mayfields movements, uncovering his motives, and identifying anyone backing him.

Alright, Ill get on it right away.

Hannah nodded, her steps confident and determined as she departed.

Meanwhile, Bryson dove into action, issuing a series of swift, strategic orders.

The entire Mitchell Group, like a well-oiled machine, went into defense and counterattack mode.

As night descended, the citys lights flickered on, illuminating a quiet but fierce battle unfolding behind the scenes.

Bryson, wrapped up his work and headed toward the Mitchell Mansion. Outside the car window, pedestrians strolled leisurely or hurried by, unaware of the silent struggle taking place in the heart of the city.

Inside the car, Brysons phone rang.

It was Hannah.

Bryson, Ive contacted several key shareholders.

Theyve promised full support and will share any information they have on Mayfield.

Well done.

With their support, we wont be left vulnerable.

She added, Take care of yourself too.

Let me know right away if you find anything significant.

Hannahs concern was evident.

Dont worry, I will.

Brysons tender tone brought Hannah a sense of comfort.noveldrama

Alright, Ill be waiting for you at home, she replied softly before ending the call.

As the call ended, silence reclaimed the car, broken only by the blurred cityscape sliding past the window-a quiet reminder of the unknown challenges ahead.

In a dimly lit room somewhere in the city, a voice cold as ice shattered the stifling silence surrounding Mayfield.

Do you really think you can escape this mess? Bryson wont let you walk away, and neither will I.

Mayfields face was pale, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance.

Yet, he refused to yield.

I wont go down so easily.

If Bryson wants to come out on top, its going to cost him.

Cost? The voice sneered, dripping with disdain. Youve got no leverage left.

The words seemed to slice through him, as if reaching deep into his soul.

Nayfields hands shook as he gripped the confidential documents he had stolen from the Mitchell Group, clutching them like his final lifeline.

No, he muttered, eyes gleaming with a flicker of desperation.

I still have this.

If these secrets end up in the wrong hands, Bryson and the Mitchell Group will be finished.

Meanwhile, back at the Mitchell Manor, Franco sat in the study, his face etched with lines of worry that had deepened over the years.

Bryson and Hannah stepped into the room, their expressions worn but resolute.

Grandpa, were back, Bryson said quietly, while Hannah placed a gentle hand on his arm, offering silent support.

Franco looked up, his eyes softening with relief but shadowed with concern.

How is everything progressing? Any word from Mayfield?