Love Unbreakable

Chapter 487 Beuford gently touched his beard, "Its exact likeness is the reason | declared it fake." Alexis responded, "Keep making things up. | can't wait to see how you will twist this story!" "Mr. Kyler Dixon wrote the manuscript, copying his grandfather's handwriting. He even added a handwritten note at the end to say it's an imitation. But you, in your careless attempt at forgery, didn't even bother to look at the last page. You just picked out bits and pieces to replicate.” Beuford flipped to the final page, announcing, "Here lies the genuine work of Mr. Kyler Dixon!" Kyler's genuine signature radiated a commanding presence. It was vastly superior from what had been presented before.

Alexis was speechless. He never expected his scheme would come back to bite him with a copy made by Kyler himself. He muttered in disbelief, This can't bel "Mr. Alexis Dixon, being Mr. Kyler Dixon's son, it's shocking that you fail to recognize your own father's script after all

these years!" Beuford's face was stern, as cold as the timeless forests on a mountain peak. "What a disappointment you are." Alexis failure as a son was evident, explaining Kyler's preference for Mitchel and sending Alexis overseas.

Without integrity, a man could not stand proud. Kyler's discerning eye had spotted Alexis' shortcomings.

"This can't be!" In a fit of anger, Alexis charged at Beuford, choking the latter while shouting, "You cunning old man! You're after me, aren't you?" Alexis had completely lost his bearings. With his good name ruined, he had nothing left.

Without wasting a second, Mitchel jumped in, shoving Alexis aside with all his might.

Alexis fell to the floor, groaning in pain.

"Did you catch that?" Alexis growled at his guard, who had failed to act.

Alexis bodyguard nodded, quickly concealing his phone.

Gloating, Alexis boasted, "How dare you lay a hand on your father, you ungrateful child? I'll let everyone know what a disloyal son the prestigious leader of the Dixon Group is!" Everyone around was left speechless. They were shocked by Alexis audacity.

Right then, Beuford suggested, "Mr. Mitchel Dixon, may | speak with Mr. Alexis Dixon in private?" Mitchel agreed, understanding Beuford's wish to deal with family issues away from public eyes. With Alexis acting irrationally, it was best to avoid giving onlookers more to gossip about the Dixon family.

Mitchel dismissed everyone, promising to update everyone once the family matter was sorted out.

As the shareholders left, the vibe in the air was kind of all over the place. Some were feeling pretty relieved about being smart ahead of time, while others were regretting sticking with the wrong team. Today, everyone got to see Mitchel's sharpness and decisiveness. Any of Alexis"

supporters in the company would undoubtedly face the consequences. It belatedly dawned on them that Mitchel's quietness was all part of a bigger plan in the game.

Alexis bodyguards was dismissed, leaving Alexis powerless. Henley was also escorted out.

Now it was just Beuford and Alexis inside.

Mitchel was the last one to exit the room.

Breaking the silence, Henley asked, "What could they be talking about?" Mitchel, composed and distant, showed no interest to chat.

"Do you really think so little of me, Mitchel? Henley asked half-jokingly, "Is it because your mother is seen as more ‘honorable’ than mine?" Mitchel turned to face Henley, speaking with calm authority. "It's not about being born better or worse than anyone else. It's our actions and intentions. Some people are always up to no good." Henley's expression shifted, his hands clenched.

Mitchel added, "And save your drama. I'm not interested in entertaining it." Henley couldn't stand Mitchel's distant and arrogant attitude like he owned the world. Plus, to him, Mitchel stole away the only kindness and warmth he had ever received.

Even though Henley was plotting something deep, he feigned innocence, saying, "Why do you think I'm acting? We're brothers, and nothing can change that, no matter how much you deny it." Mitchel seemed indifferent, as if Henley was invisible to him.

Still, Henley pressed on, "I've heard Miss Glyn is pregnant.

Looks like you'll have an heir soon, enjoying life with two women. You must be feeling pretty fortunate. How did you manage to win over Raegan? Could you give me some advice on winning the heart of the lady of my dreams? Henley's question seemed genuine, but his voice was filled with sarcasm, his mention of Raegan deliberate.

"I'm married only to Raegan!" Mitchel responded, his tone turning cold. "She is my rightful wife. | better not hear you mention her name again, or you'll have no place in Ardlens." Henley held his position. "No matter how superior you act, you can't change the fact that I'm your half brother. It doesn't matter if I'm not in the family records. A fact is a fact." Henley convinced himself it was no biggie even though the well-planned schemes didn't work out. Patience was his virtue, believing in he had all the time to scheme against Mitchel until he had the desired results.

"Do you seriously not get what it means to be excluded from the family records? Mitchel glanced at Henley dismissively. "It means you have no claim to any of the Dixon Group's assets, including any inheritance from our father, which will only be mine. | can even take back any assets Alexis transferred to you." Henley's complexion went white. He had thought only his reputation would suffer, which didn't bother him much. But

he never expected Kyler to disinherit him entirely, leaving him without a dime.

Before Henley could say anymore, the door opened.

Beuford stepped out first, and Mitchel quickly walked over to assist him.

Beuford announced, "Alexis has promised to stay out of the company's business for good. This applies to you, too, Henley. You're no longer part of the Dixon Group." Henley's face turned ghostly white, exclaiming, "No!" Without the support of the Dixon Group, every step he took would be a struggle. And his plans to sabotage Mitchel from within would be impossible.

Alexis, stripped of his earlier arrogance, seemed defeated.

"Yes, that's my decision.” Henley stood frozen, in disbelief.

Suddenly, a disheartened Alexis, without even looking at Henley, commanded, "Gather your belongings. We're leaving now."

Henley stood there, stunned, trying to process Alexis’ unexpected surrender. His eyes narrowed, and his fists tightened. He was not ready to concede.

*Is your last name Brooks?" Beuford suddenly asked.

Henley went pale, trying to speak but unable to make a sound.

Beuford offered some wisdom, saying, "Here's a tip for you, young man. If it's not yours, don't wish for it, or you'll just end up living a miserable life." Even though Beuford spoke slowly due to his age, Henley felt a strong caution in his words.

Indeed, Beuford's youthful days were not to be taken lightly.

Henley objected, "Why shouldn't | claim what's mine? | share the Dixon blood, and by law, I'm entitled to my share!" Beuford just smiled, dismissing him. "You still have a lot to learn."

"If you insist on pushing me away, | won't hold back. I'll see you in court..." Henley's words were cut short. "Smack!" Henley felt a stinging slap across his face.