Lyra and Preston didn't even allow Bradon to settle down before hammering at him.
"What the hell was that?" Lyra questioned.
Preston glared at him. "What the fuck, Brandon? You're investing back into TDG? Are you kidding me?"
Brandon shrugged.
"Why would I kid you, Preston? I don't think I've ever given you the impression that I was a joker."
"Why did you do that?"
"Because I could."
"Brandon—"
Brandon spun on his heels to glare at him. "I told you I'm not your dog didn't I, Preston?"
Lincoln was in the room as well and he was watching.
"You wanted to play around like a pet, telling me what to do, what not to do, and casting me out when I don't dance to your tune." Brandon chuckled. "You're very stupid if you ask me, because what exactly gave you that impression? Do I look like Lyra who licks your feet like a dog or is it uncle?"
Lyra glared at him.
"Keep my name out of your mo—"
