Chapter 51
Huxley had been bottling up frustration all day and had nowhere to vent. He asked Winona for Jason's phone
number and asked to meet at Lesoville Private Winery after work. This private winery was Jaxon's property,
named after his and Mikayla's last name, symbolizing his love for Mikayla.
Jaxon pulled out a bottle of red wine he had been saving and sat opposite Huxley. "What's wrong! You look pretty
down"
Huxley hesitated, debating whether to open up to Jaxon. He thought about the people around him but couldn't
think of anyone else to talk to. Jaxon Huxley slowly opened up, recounting everything that happened at the
company.
Jaxon swirled his wine and listened. He didn't think highly of the hotheaded Huxley, but Hugo had told him to
keep Huxley close for future benefits. In the business world, there were no eternal friends or enemies.
"That is indeed too much. Salvatore Group will be yours someday, but Jorge is making you start as a low-level
employee," Jaxon commented. Hearing this, Huxley angrily gulped down his wine like it was water. Jaxon, what
position did you start with when you joined your company?" asked.
Jaxon was slightly annoyed seeing Huxley empty his glass. He wouldn't have offered his good wine so freely if
he'd known.
"| started as a manager" jaxon had studied financial management in school and had Hugo's support when he
returned. Although Hugo was ambitious, he only had one son who pursued business. Brantley was no threat to
him in this regard.
"No wonder. It's all because I'm not Uncle Jorge's child," Huxley said.
Jaxon poured another generous glass of wine for Huxley. "Is Jorge planning to let Mikayla inherit the company?"
Huxley dismissed the idea outright. "No way! In our family, the eldest son and males are always prioritized."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"But didn't Jorge take the inheritance from your father?" Jaxon asked again.
Hit by the truth, Huxley's expression changed
Jaxon smirked slightly, deciding to stop. "I don't think Jorge would do that. After all, you're family. Just do your
best working under Mikayla for
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The more Jaxon said, the more conflicted Huxley felt. He ended up drinking a few more glasses without realizing
it. He just got out of society and didn't know his limits. He was already in his bed when he was a little sober
Mildred, who had been taking care of Huxley, saw him reaching for water and immediately went to get some.
She doted on him and would do anything for him.
Huxley took a sip of water to case the discomfort in his throat. He looked at the worried Mildred and asked,
"Mom, do you think Uncle Jorge will hand over Salvatore Group to Mikaylat" He was genuinely worried. He had
been told all his life that Salvatore Group was his and that he would be its sole heir. If that changed, he didn't
know what he would do
ng his insecurity, Mildred held his hand and comforted him, "No, he won't do that"
Sensing
"But Uncle Jorge pushed Dad aside, right?" Huxley turned over.
"If he doesn't follow the Salvatore family's rules, we'll find a way to take back what's rightfully ours," Mildred
said, her eyes flashing with determination. They had done it once before and weren't afraid to do it again.
The night grew deeper, and the fog thickened.
The next day, Juliet woke up and immediately began selecting an outfit suitable for visiting the Lindstrom
residence. Then, she went to the spa center for a full-body treatment. After confirming everything was perfect,
she headed early to a cafe near the government building to wait for Brantley to get off work. Although she felt
like it was too early to meet Brantley's parents, since Brantley was willing to give their relationship a chance, she
was ready to follow his lead.
After receiving a call from Brantley, she immediately paid the bill and went downstairs.
"Brantley, I'm a little nervous. What should | do? Juliet said, taking a deep breath as she sat in the car.
"It's just a meeting. No need to be nervous," Brantley replied, keeping his eyes on the road.
Juliet glanced at his profile and then at the gifts in the back seat. She wasn't worried about the gifts, Mikayla
often visited the Lindstrom family last tand knew what they liked, She pulled out her phone to browse the
entertainment news, hoping to relax.
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Chapter 51
Brantley drove steadily, and soon, they arrived at the Lindstrom residence, which was opulently decorated with
expensive imported goods. Although Juliet wasn't a fan of such ostentatious decor, she kept her opinions to
herself. Currently, only Hugo and his wife Queenie lived there. Jason and Winona had moved to a new mansion
but renumed to the Lindstrom residence occasionally.
At this time, only Hugo, Queenie, Brantley, and Juliet were in the living room. Hugo and Queenie didn't show any
particular reaction to the gifts Juliet brought, neither liking nor disliking them. Mikayla hadn't told Julliet much
about the Lindstrom family's personalities, fearing it might make her more nervous. She believed Juliet's natural
sociability would help her fit in better.
Juliet had previously focused solely on Brantley and hadn't taken the tto learn about the Lindstrom family.
She hadn't expected to be brought to meet them so soon, especially given the strained relationship between
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrantley and Hugo.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Lindstrom." Juliet greeted politely.
"Hmm. How's your father doing recently?" Hugo glanced at Juliet.
"He's in good health, Juliet replied.
"Brantley, cwith
In no time, the living room was left with Juller and Queenie.
Queenie held an arrogant expression as she asked. "So, you're Juliet!"
"Yes, Mrs. Lindstrom," Juliet answered, doing her best to seem polite, even though she didn't particularly like
Queenie. She disliked what Brantley disliked.
"Is it true you've been chasing Brantley for many years" Queenie asked.
Juliet bit her lips, not expecting her to ask such a question. "Yes" she answered
"Brantley's lucky to have someone who loves him so much." Queenie smiled brightly. "Feel free to make yourself
at home, Julies. | won't bother you further.
Within a few minutes, Juliet found herself alone in the living room with only the busy servants around. If it
weren't for Brantley, | wouldn't put up with such treatment! she thought. On the contrary, their attitude made
her feel even more sorry for Brantley. Growing up in such a family, she thought, no wonder Brantley rarely spoke
or smiled.
In the study, Hugo settled into the couch, while Brantley stood across him.
Juliet is head over heels for you. You should have used that to your advantage long ago." Hugo said