His words sounded sincere, but the corner of his mouth curled up ever so slightly.
Sure enough, as soon as Megan heard this, she grew even more sympathetic. She clasped Brian’s hand tightly, her tone firm. "No way! You earned the director position on your own merits—why should you resign?"
"Raymond, look at what you’ve driven Brian to. Even now, he’s still thinking of you in everything he does. But you? Besides being aggressive and pushy, what else do you have?"
I watched this farce with cold eyes, feeling nothing but chill in my heart.
Brian’s acting was flawless—every tear perfectly timed, every word hitting Megan’s soft spot.
"Megan," I spoke slowly, my voice hoarse and chilling. "Can’t you see he’s just putting on a show?"
"A show?" Megan laughed scornfully, as if I’d told a joke. "Raymond, since when did you become so cruel? Brian is simple, kind, hardworking, and earnest—unlike you. You’re scheming and petty!"
At just the right moment, Brian lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if bearing a great injustice.