Chapter 135 My loyal little girl
Chapter 135 My loyal little girl
Chapter 135: My loyal little girl
Chief Kaave’s mansion was loud without anyone raising their voice.
The tension sat heavy in the air, thick enough to feel. The large living room, usually controlled and disciplined, felt restless. Chief Kaave paced from one end of the room to the other, his hands clasped behind his back, his jaw tight. Every step he took carried irritation.
Vill stood near the edge of the room, arms folded, watching him closely. He had come prepared, confident in the information he carried.
“She’s there,” Vill said again, breaking the silence. “Right now. In Roy’s mansion.”
Chief Kaave stopped walking. Slowly, he turned.
“Repeat that,” he said.
Vill didn’t flinch. “Coco. She’s at Roy’s house. Not visiting. Staying.”
Chief Kaave’s face hardened. “Since when?”
“Since last night,” Vill replied. “She went there willingly.”
Chief Kaave scoffed. “You’re telling me my daughter just walked back into the arms of the man she betrayed everything for?”
Vill shrugged slightly. “That’s what it looks like.”
Chief Kaave’s hand slammed against the arm of a chair. “It looks like treachery.”
The word hung in the air.
Vill nodded. “That’s exactly what it is.”
Before Chief Kaave could respond, footsteps echoed from the hallway. Brandy walked in, her posture straight, her face calm but alert. She took in the room quickly, the tension, the expressions.
“What’s going on?” Brandy asked.
Chief Kaave turned to her sharply. “Vill is explaining why my daughter is warming Roy’s bed.”
Brandy didn’t blink. “She’s in Roy’s mansion?”
“Yes,” Vill cut in. “Very comfortable from what I hear.”
Brandy crossed her arms. “And you immediately assumed betrayal.”
Vill looked at her. “Because that’s what it is.”
“No,” Brandy said firmly. “That’s what you want it to be.”
Vill laughed under his breath. “You think Coco is there for love?”
“I think Coco doesn’t do anything without purpose,” Brandy replied.
Chief Kaave looked between them. “Explain.”
Brandy stepped forward. “Roy is in the middle of a political war. His campaign is vulnerable. Coco knows that. If she’s close to him, it’s not because she’s weak. It’s because she’s gathering information.”
Vill shook his head. “That’s convenient.”
“It’s logical,” Brandy said. “Coco playing Roy is smarter than Coco running from him.”
Vill stepped closer to her. “You’re defending her because she’s your friend.”
“I’m defending her because I know her,” Brandy shot back. “Coco has never chosen a man over power. Not once.”
Chief Kaave’s expression softened slightly, though his eyes remained sharp. “She has disappointed me recently.”
“And she paid for it,” Brandy said. “But she has never turned against you.”
Vill scoffed. “You’re forgetting she hesitated when she had the chance to kill Roy.”
Brandy turned on him. “Hesitation doesn’t mean betrayal. It means calculation.”
Vill’s jaw tightened. “Or weakness.”
Brandy shook her head. “You don’t survive in this family by being weak.”
Chief Kaave exhaled slowly. “Coco has been loyal to me her entire life.”
Vill pressed on. “Sir, with respect, loyalty doesn’t stop people from making mistakes.”
Brandy responded immediately. “And paranoia doesn’t stop people from destroying their strongest assets.”
Chief Kaave raised a hand, silencing them both.
He walked to the window, looking out at the estate grounds. His reflection stared back at him in the glass, older, heavier with years and decisions.
“She was raised in this house,” he said quietly. “She learned power before she learned affection.”
Brandy nodded. “Exactly.”
Vill tried again. “Sir, Roy is her weakness.”
Chief Kaave turned slowly. “Roy was never her weakness.”
Vill frowned.
Chief Kaave continued. “That woman you’re describing died when she chose strategy over love.”
Brandy watched him carefully. “Coco understands the game since she was born.”
Chief Kaave looked at Vill. “Do you have proof she’s giving Roy anything?”
Vill hesitated. “Not yet.”
“Do you have proof she’s sabotaging us?”
“No,” Vill admitted.
Chief Kaave nodded once. “Then we won’t act.”
Vill’s eyes widened slightly. “You’re letting her stay there?”
“I’m letting her do her job,” Chief Kaave said.
Brandy relaxed slightly but kept her composure. “She won’t fail you.”
Chief Kaave looked at her. “She better not.”
Vill clenched his jaw. “And if she does?”
Chief Kaave’s voice dropped. “Then I will handle my daughter myself.”
Silence followed.
"Vill, focus on handling my other daughter, Georgiana. Groom her for the Empire." Chief Kaave straightened. “You’re both dismissed.”
Vill opened his mouth to argue again but stopped. He nodded once, stiffly.
Brandy inclined her head. “Thank you.”
Chief Kaave turned away, already done with the conversation.
Vill walked out first, his expression dark. Brandy followed, casting one last look back before leaving the room.
Chief Kaave stood alone again, staring out the window, his trust resting on a daughter he believed had never truly left his side.
"She raised herself right, she will never betray me." Chief Kaave said to himself.