Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1651

Absolute terror and despair flooded Brian's eyes. He stared at the documents on the table, gasping for air in heavy, ragged breaths. He didn't want to die. He still wanted to see his youngest son. In the face of absolute power and the threat of imminent death, all his schemes and pride crumbled into worthless scraps of paper.

His hands trembled violently as he picked up the pen, using every last ounce of his strength. The pen tip dragged across the paper, leaving behind jagged, crooked signatures. After signing the final character, it was as if his very soul had been sucked dry. He collapsed limply against the sofa.

"I..." He looked up, his voice hoarse, asking with desperate hope, "I signed it... Will I still be able to see my family?"

Watching the older man practically wagging his tail and begging for mercy, Steve let out a dark chuckle. He leisurely gathered the signed documents and gave Brian a mocking, 'What do you think?' look. The freezing contempt in that glance made Brian feel as if he had been plunged into an icy abyss.

Half an hour later, the autumn wind blew coolly through the suburbs. Walking out of the villa's main gates with Brian's freshly signed agreement in hand, Steve clicked his tongue at James. "That old bastard is at death's door and still delusional enough to try negotiating with us. Don't worry, I'll have the legal procedures fast-tracked immediately. The originals will be filed higher up to guarantee this doesn't taint the Nelson family's reputation." He paused, his eyes turning vicious. "Tonight, we make sure he stays quiet forever."

From the very beginning, they never intended to let Brian live. The agreement stripping him of everything was nothing more than a legal disguise for James's revenge. An old, venomous fox like Brian, if allowed to leave the country alive, would inevitably crawl out of the shadows one day and take a vicious bite out of them. Pulling the weeds out by the roots was the only way they operated.

James's tall, rigid back radiated an unyielding aura of pure murder. In his hand, he tightly gripped a black voice recorder. It contained Brian's personal confession of the entire truth. His mood remained heavily suppressed, his deep, pitch-black eyes swirling like ink that refused to thin out.

"You will personally handle this," James commanded Captain Tyler, who was waiting nearby. He stopped walking, his voice completely flat yet dripping with terrifying killing intent. "Keep it clean. Make sure nothing goes wrong."

Captain Tyler's expression hardened into strict military discipline, and he immediately bowed his head. "Yes, sir! Rest assured, Mr. Nelson."

That night, the suite in the postpartum care center was completely silent. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the deep autumn night had set in, streetlights casting dappled shadows from the trees.

James leaned against the headboard, his features half-hidden in the dim light. The phone resting on the nightstand suddenly lit up. He picked it up to read a brief message from Captain Tyler.

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