Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 592

At the mention of Hulda, Shane's expression darkened, yet his face showed no concern for his mother, only cold indifference. "You seem more concerned about her than I am."

"She invested so much in you. Now that she's lost her power, you've disowned her?"

Wesley frowned.

Among the Rayburns, aside from Caleb, only Shane was more complex than he appeared.

He was not just ruthless, but exceptionally cold-blooded.

No wonder he could manipulate Quincy and Kate.

Shane sneered. "Those were her choices; she can't blame anyone else. Wesley, I know the patriarch favors you, but I'm afraid things won't go your way. After all, the Rayburn family owes me a debt, and it's time to pay up. Anyone who gets in my way will end up like Kate."

With that parting shot, he turned and walked away.

Wesley's brow furrowed.

The Rayburn family owes him a debt…

What did that mean?

From the study window, the patriarch stood with his hands clasped behind his back, having witnessed the entire exchange in the courtyard.

The butler approached from behind with a bowl of medicinal broth. "Sir, it's time for your medicine."

The patriarch took the bowl and drank the dark, potent liquid without a change in expression. Setting it down, he asked suddenly, "What do you think of Wesley?"

The butler, taken aback, replied, "Mr. Wesley is a good man. He's loyal, sensible, and knows how to handle things with discretion."

"You have a high opinion of him," the patriarch noted, turning back to the window. "And what about Shane?"

The butler hesitated for a few seconds before lowering his head. "I... I wouldn't dare to comment on him, sir."

Sean took his seat at the head of the table, his tired eyes bloodshot. "Everyone, what's done is done. Arguing now is pointless. We need to find the source of the leak and get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible."

"Isn't the source obvious?" A white-haired director shot to his feet, pointing at a financial newspaper on the table. "It has to be a mole in the subsidiary! They'd love to see the Rayburn Group in chaos!"

"Exactly. Last year's tax financials were verified with our partners. If there was a real problem, why would it only surface now? Someone is clearly trying to stir up trouble," another female director added. "If we don't investigate this thoroughly, our losses will be for nothing."

Sean's gaze swept over everyone in the room, but he made no decision. Just then, the conference room doors opened, and Shane walked in with his entourage.

"Mr. Shane?" The board members were surprised to see him. By rights, he had no place in a Rayburn Group board meeting.

Wesley's eyes fell on him, his expression turning colder.

Sean looked at him. "Shane?"

"Sean, my apologies for interrupting your meeting." Shane smiled faintly, his gaze flicking past Wesley. "But I'm here today on behalf of Nexum Company to discuss the tax discrepancy."