FakeNovelChapter 1365: Nikolas clenched his teeth, and once he was certain Hamilton had retreated upstairs, he snatched the photos and stormed out of the room.
Hamilton stood by the glass window of his study, watching Nikolas leave with a heavy sigh of disappointment.
The McCoy heir couldn't afford to be an impulsive fool.
Nikolas headed straight for Cedric.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe renovation of the company building was finished, and now, it was all about placing the finishing touches with the right decor.
Cedric was obsessively meticulous, scrutinizing every detail. When Nikolas arrived, Cedric was overseeing workers as they adjusted the placement of an antique vase.
He was fine-tuning its position, ensuring it was perfect.
Nikolas sneered with disdain. "You've still got tfor this?" Cedric glanced at Nikolas before tossing his gloves aside, his voice laced with annoyance. "Don't you have something more important to do?" He casually grabbed a bottle of water and took a slow sip.
Nikolas stared at Cedric's nonchalant demeanor, feeling both irritated and angry. "Don't get too cocky, Cedric. I've cto show you something." Cedric didn't even spare him a glance. "Not interested," he muttered, already turning to leave.
Nikolas held out a folder. "You're going to want to see this." Cedric, not wanting to waste twith someone who thrived on trouble, lifted his foot to leave. But before he could move, Nikolas had already pulled out the photos and shoved them in front of him. Cedric cast a quick glance at the photos.
As someone approached Cedric for a signature, he shoved the photos into his pocket, signing with a detached, blank expression.
Ga In ovelsfuels your imagination Then, he grabbed Nikolas by the tie and yanked him toward the door.
A surge of triumph rushed through Nikolas. He laughed, his expression wild with glee. “So? Are you mad? Did you get a good look? Isn't Daniela in there? Cedric, I always thought you were this untouchable, superior guy, but turns out, you're just like the rest. Did you see? The woman you adore, now with..." Before he could finish his taunts, Cedric's fist was already rising in the air.
In the stillness of the night, a harsh, heavy sound sliced through the air.
Cedric's fists crashed down on Nikolas-his head, face, and body-relentlessly. Bruised and battered, Nikolas clutched his head, blood trickling down his face, but inside, a twisted sense of satisfaction bubbled up.
Because, in his mind, he had won.
He had triumphed over Cedric.
He had emerged victorious.
Nikolas cackled, his laugh manic. "So you're not a saint after all. I always thought you'd be the cold, indifferent ope who didn't care about a damn thing!" He clutched his head, his eyes locking with Cedric's cold, unfeeling gaze.
Finally, unable to withstand the weight of it, he collapsed, losing consciousness. Had Security guards from the sharp-eye ot been for McCoy Group noticing something was amiss and intervening, Nikolas might not have lived to see the morning.
Hamilton hadn't anticipated that Cedric would hit Nikolas so violently. He marched toward cedric. "Are you out of your mind? That's your own brother!"
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
