Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 1635

“What are you talking about?” Alexis frowned.

“The letter you claimed to be handwritten by my grandfather.

”

Alexis’ expression shifted, and with a surge of anger, he shot back, “Kyler’s handwriting is known to all.

Don’t pin this on me!”

“Whether I’m pinning it on you, you know the truth, don’t you?”

Mitchel’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I’m just giving you the opportunity to come clean.

”

“Go and verify it, then.

You’re just hoping your dad dies, aren’t you?” Alexis scowled.

Alexis couldn’t stand it any longer.

Being set up by Mitchel was humiliating enough, and the fact that he hadn’t snapped was a sign of his self-control.

He knew he still needed to support Henley and couldn’t risk ruining the latter’s reputation.

Now he was facing such a bold confrontation!

Henley chimed in, “Mitchel, our dad just made some mistakes.

Can’t you cut him some slack and not fight him on everything? I know you’re not fond of me, but I’ve worked hard for what I’ve achieved, and it’s all been for the good of the company.

Shouldn’t the company’s well-being be our main concern?”

On the surface, Henley was trying to ease the tension between Mitchel and Alexis, but he was actually hinting that Mitchel was being petty and resentful.

Mitchel looked at them with a cold expression.

They were clearly ready to fight to the end.

He instructed, “Bring Beuford here, please.

”

At the mention of Beuford, Alexis’ face went white.

An elderly gentleman with a distinguished mane of graying hair, adorned in a garment of dark cyan silk, made his entrance with Matteo’s assistance.

Alexis’ gaze sharpened upon recognizing the man.

It was indeed Beuford, Kyler’s personal butler, a figure of unwavering loyalty who had retreated to oversee Kyler’s grave at Mount Moriah following Kyler’s demise.

Alexis had nearly forgotten Beuford, half-convinced that the latter had passed away due to the years that had slipped by.

Yet, here Beuford stood, very much alive.

“You ungrateful bastard! Why have you pulled Beuford away from his duties, disrupting his tranquility?” Alexis’ accusation against Mitchel betrayed a hint of a tremble in his voice, perhaps unaware of the emotion it carried.

Beuford had been a formidable presence in the Dixon household, one who had never bent the knee to Alexis’ authority.

Before Mitchel could interject, Beuford took the floor, his voice carrying the weight of years yet resolute.

“Mr.

Alexis Dixon, this visit was of my own volition, not at Mr.

Mitchel Dixon’s urging.

”

The unease on Alexis’ face was palpable as he managed a strained smile.

“And what caused your presence here, Beuford?”

“I came upon learning of your recent endeavors within the Dixon Group, which brought to mind the final charge Mr.

Kyler Dixon entrusted to me,” Beuford stated, his voice gaining volume as he brushed his beard.

“He warned me, ‘Alexis lacks stability.

In my absence, you must steer him on my behalf.

‘”

The authority with which Beuford spoke mirrored that of Kyler himself, a testament to the years spent under the patriarch’s influence.

Alexis, attempting to mask his mounting ire, diverted his gaze downward.

He was tormented by the notion that even beyond the grave, Kyler’s dominance shadowed his every step.

Witnessing Alexis wrestling with his inner turmoil, Mitchel seized the moment.

“Dad, why not share with Beuford the letter you claimed to be handwritten by my grandfather?”