The Unshackled Queen: Never Say Never

“Thanks again, Mr.

Davies.

”

As the car sped along, the world outside blurred, yet Hannah’s expression remained steady.

She was grateful for Brayden’s aid, but she knew nothing came without a price.

“No problem,” Brayden said, driving at about 130 km/h and casually resting one arm on the window.

“Bryson got held up.

It was something about a last-minute video conference in Europe.

”

It was Bryson’s idea.

A frown creased Hannah’s forehead.

She knew better than to expect something for nothing.

After pondering for a moment, she asked, “What does Mr.

Mitchell really want? You can tell me.

”

Peering at her through the rearview mirror, Brayden noted her composed demeanor that rendered her beauty even more striking.

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“Bryson’s never been good at articulating his feelings.

He doesn’t aim to complicate things for you.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

But me, I have no hesitations.

We’ve been friends for over a decade, so I’m asking you as a favor.

”

Hannah tilted her head, as though straining to catch every word.

“Did you ever meet Grace, Miss Moore?” Brayden paused before adding, “A few years back, Sadie wronged Grace.

Bryson set her straight.

You were the one who escorted Sadie from the top tower, weren’t you?”

“Grace Mitchell, the youngest daughter of the Mitchell family?”

It seemed Hannah was piecing things together in her mind.

“Exactly.

Bryson’s involvement with East Coast Racing is because of her.

” Brayden clarified, attempting to frame his words carefully.

Yet Hannah beat him to it.

“She’s the one with the untreatable illness, correct?”

Caught off guard, Brayden almost lost control of the sports car, the steering wheel veering dangerously.

He quickly steadied it with both hands and wiped away any trace of a smile.

Fixing a serious expression, Brayden questioned, “How did you figure it out?”

“I just did,” Hannah replied casually.

Once she grasped Bryson’s intentions, she eased into the back seat and spoke deliberately.

“I saw her once when I was at the tower.

Does she often cough up blood, struggle to swallow, have heart palpitations at night, and find it hard to sleep?”