Chapter 286
Chapter 286:
A moment later, he pivoted slowly, his gaze trailing after their retreating figures as the amusement on his face cooled into something glacial.
“So that’s how it is… Yousef and Gracie, closer than they let on. Looks like I really did get played last time,” he muttered under his breath, finally piecing it together a beat too late.
He drew out his phone and dialed a number, his voice dropping to a low, calculating murmur. “I’ve got an update. Turns out Yousef and Gracie might be far more intertwined than we assumed. This could work in our favor. You’ve got more leverage than I do. Why not take the shot? If we can split Brayden and Gracie apart, it works in both our favor p>
Meanwhile, Brayden buried himself in the afternoon’s paperwork, the stack of contracts rising like a wall in front of him.
A crisp chime suddenly cut through the quiet. He lifted his gaze, brows knitting as he clicked open the incoming email.
A chain of photos slid onto the screen, one after another.
Gracie and Yousef at a restaurant, leaning in as they talked.
The two of them side by side at the racetrack, wind-tossed and laughing.
A dashcam clip of Gracie climbing into Yousef’s car, sunlight catching her smile.
Every angle had been chosen with surgical precision, framed just enough to twist the truth—suggesting a closeness that went far beyond casual friendship.
And the look in Yousef’s eyes… anyone paying attention would notice it. That wasn’t the gaze of a mere acquaintance. His feelings for her ran deeper, sharper, unmistakably real.
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A bold line glared back at him from the bottom of the email: “Your wife’s infidelity p>
With his brows drawing together, Brayden locked his gaze on the word “infidelity p>
He clicked the sender’s details and found nothing but a masked virtual number, the IP scrubbed clean, a trail carefully constructed to disappear.
Snatching up his phone, he ordered curtly, “Come in p>
A few seconds later, the office door eased open and Charlie stepped inside. “Mr. Stanley, what do you need p>
Brayden didn’t look up. His voice cut through the room like ice. “Where’s Gracie? What is she doing right now p>
Charlie glanced down at his screen, fingers swiping fast. “She left her office around noon and headed to… Yousef’s club in North Hills p>
“And now? Where is she?” Brayden pressed on, his tone sinking into a deeper, cutting cold.
Charlie stiffened, scrolling again before answering, “She’s at a restaurant. Looks like the two of them are having dinner together p>
Brayden’s expression darkened on the spot, a storm gathering behind his eyes as he scowled at Charlie’s report.