Chapter 815:
Yet because of his status and position, the younger heirs had always treated him like a senior figure. Over time, the distinction had hardened, and everyone naturally placed him among the older generation.
Kendrick’s eyes drifted toward the glass wall of the billiards room, and Brad followed his gaze.
Inside, Rylie stood beside the pool table in a pink cocktail gown, holding the cue Johnny had just handed her. Amid the lighthearted laughter, Johnny leaned close, his voice low as he gestured toward the table, explaining the technique.
A small crowd had gathered to watch. Rylie listened attentively, observing Johnny’s demonstration before taking her stance. She bent slightly, guiding the cue into position. Her hair slid forward over the green felt, outlining the graceful curve of her waist, while the hem of her dress lifted just enough to reveal the subtle elegance of her legs.
At some point, the conversation in the room faded. One by one, heads turned in the same direction, and every gaze settled on her.
It was difficult to tell whether they were watching the game or the young woman learning it.
Rylie seemed unfazed by the attention. Once she set her mind on learning something, she was completely absorbed. After rubbing the cue between her fingers, she took aim and struck the ball, sending several others scattering across the table on impact.
Her form, though elegant, was slightly misaligned, and the shot ended up pushing several of Candice’s balls closer to the pocket.
She bit her lip gently, letting out a quiet sigh before exchanging a few lighthearted words with Marcus and Johnny, both of whom smiled and offered encouraging reassurances.
Kendrick frowned at the sight of his granddaughter surrounded by eager admirers, a look of clear discomfort crossing his face. “What are you thinking?”
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Brad set down his empty glass, his gaze still fixed on the scene beyond the glass. A brief silence passed before he replied, his voice calm but heavy with meaning. “Do you think I can protect her?”
Kendrick studied him carefully. Despite his age, his eyes were as sharp as ever, quick to read between the lines. “The Morgans rose to become Crolens’ foremost military family and expanded their influence into commerce by constantly pushing boundaries. What’s always intrigued me is how your grandfather lacked a talent for business, and you spent half your life commanding ships. Yet somehow, you built an empire overseas before returning. Tell me, how did you manage it all on your own?”
Brad had always been something of a mystery. Until Rylie’s return, his presence in Crolens had been fleeting, divided between endless voyages at sea and covert operations abroad. How he had managed to juggle such responsibilities while building a business empire remained a question few could answer.
His early years were consumed by rigorous training and countless missions, with his commercial endeavors woven into his official assignments. Yet despite the weight of his duties, the President had placed great confidence in him, entrusting him with the esteemed title of admiral.
Kendrick shook his head in disbelief. “How can one man have so much energy? Do you ever rest?”
Brad chuckled lightly. “Your granddaughter doesn’t seem to need much sleep either.”
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