When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 610: Nothing Good Comes of This

Friends, you say? Probably not.

But if you say they aren’t? Seems not either.

In any case, the two of them have a common goal, which is to target Adrian Lancaster, and eventually take over the Prestige Group.

Both possess things the other desires, yet does not have.

For instance, Elias Young, whose influence has gradually expanded over the years, with a company that’s improving operationally, has a certain business acun and network; if he ever truly took over Prestige Group one day, he’d handle it competently.

And Brandon Lancaster?

Being part of The Lancaster Family, whether or not he is favored, he has the chance to be near the center of power.

Especially with the Old Master, he surely has free access. Asking him to steal a stamp or sothing would be child’s play.

So, Elias Young and Brandon Lancaster are allied in battle, maintaining a mutually beneficial relationship.

There’s no one currying favors from the other.

Brandon Lancaster initiates dinner invitations, and as long as Elias Young has ti, he shows up.

Ending the call, Eastwood tried to ask him, "Brandon, it’s so late, why did you invite Mr. Young?"

"I’m borrowing soone from him to help with sothing." He smirked slyly, looking out the car window, the eyes filled with deep resentnt.

Eastwood glanced at him, then looked ahead into the deep night, his eyes flashed faintly, thinking that this matter... shouldn’t be anything good.

Borrow soone from Mr. Young? Help him with sothing?

So, what’s he planning?

After a while, Eastwood with a smile, casually probed, "What are you up to? Can’t you use your own people?"

"Focus on driving!" said Brandon Lancaster irritably, "Why are you talking so much tonight? You know I’m in a bad mood, I want silence!"

"Alright, alright..." Eastwood replied softly, "Rest well."

Then Brandon Lancaster gave a restaurant address, and Eastwood drove in that direction...

Around 11 PM.

Coming out of the restaurant, filled and tipsy, Elias Young and Brandon Lancaster wore slight drunkenness.

The two laughed and embraced casually in the cold wind.

"Thanks, Mr. Young, lending Black Hawk to shows our strong bond!" Brandon Lancaster was delighted, feeling their relationship had deepened.

Elias Young smiled, "In terms of seniority, you should call Uncle." He said, half-joking, half-serious.

"Right, Uncle Young!" Brandon Lancaster stepped back, swaying a bit from drunkenness, but his smile even broader, "Thank you, Uncle Young! With Black Hawk on the task, it’ll succeed without fail, and I’ll return him imdiately after it’s done!"

Black Hawk?

Eastwood wasn’t in the restaurant but waited outside as arranged by Brandon Lancaster. Hearing this na, his nerves tingled.

"Black Hawk is my brother, don’t get him in trouble." Elias Young spoke low, seeming deep and calculating, smiling as he looked at him, showing sincerity.

"I understand." Brandon Lancaster expressed gratitude, nodding with commitnt, "Don’t worry, if you need in the future, I’ll give it my all! We’ll have no barriers between us!"

"Rember what you said tonight." Elias Young smiled, taking out his phone, half-joking, half-serious, showing it to him, "I recorded it just now."

Brandon Lancaster’s chest tightened, his smile briefly stiffened, and he sobered considerably.

But shortly he smiled again, "Fine! Record it, I keep my word! If you need , one call is enough!"

"Goodbye." The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, then waved to him, "It’s late, go and rest well." Turned and got in the car, escorted ho by several bodyguards.

Standing in the cold wind, Brandon Lancaster watched the car leave, then withdrew his smile, a hint of desolation and ruthless determination in his eyes.