But before he could act on his fury, the officer stepped in, holding him back with a firm grip.

Brian's face turned serious, his eyes narrowing. “Dilan, you are going too far."

Dilan's gaze swept over Brian and Rosalynn with a hint of scorn.

"Is that so?" Dilan replied with a shrug. "I'm just having a rough day and need to blow off some steam. You promised my brother you'd look after me and my sister. So, get this sorted quickly. I need to get home before my sister starts worrying."

Rosalynn's eyes scrutinized Dilan carefully. There was something unsettling about his demeanor, like a rebellious teenager itching for a fight.

But what was behind this anger?

Why the hostility?

Was it the grief from his brother's death? Did he blame them for it?

With a resolute expression, Rosalynn said, “Brian, please help settle things with Mr. Cooper. Dilan, come with me."

Brian gave a nod, offering a reassuring look to Davies.

Dilan shot Rosalynn a scornful Look and sneered, "So, money and power really make things easy, huh? I can just walk out of here?"

Without a word, Rosalynn grabbed his arm and pulled him firmly out of the mediation room.

Zoe quickly stood up, her face a mix of concern and determination, and followed closely behind.

Inside the mediation room, Davies struggled to regain his composure.

"Mr. Hughes, is Dilan truly your wife's brother? I know the Moreno family head has a son, but Dilan doesn't seem to match," he said, his voice filled with doubt.

Brian explained, "He isn't my wife's brother. But we are indebted to his brother and promised to care for him. So, Mr. Cooper, I hope you can understand."

Davies's expression shifted to one of realization. “Mr. Hughes, I did not want to make things difficult for you. But that brat is incredibly arrogant. If I let this go, won't people think they can push me around? I don't want to seem weak."

Brian grinned and said, “Your reputation speaks for itself. Who would dare disrespect you?"

Davies stayed silent, his eyes showing that he wasn't ready to let go of the issue.

Brian's fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the table, each beat adding to the growing tension.

“How about this, Mr. Cooper?" he suggested, his tone casual. “I know you've been eyeing that land on the east side of the city. I'll step back and let you have it, no strings attached."

Davies's eyes sparkled with interest.

The land was worth millions.

Brian had narrowly outbid Davies for it.