C17 Don't Forget Your Identity.

Just as Brett sent Noah home, he received a call from the butler. Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to change his direction.

"Young Master, you're back. We're waiting for you to come back for dinner," the older butler said respectfully. It was obvious that the butler had a lot of experience.

Brett smiled. In this house, only the butler was good to him.

He didn't care about all this.

The head of the Hunt family was already over sixty years old. He was in a bad mood. Although he was still very serious, time would not let him down.

The woman sitting next to him was the wife that she had just married a few years ago, Demi . This woman was not even thirty-five years old this year, but she was married to an old man who was almost sixty years old. It was obvious that she had a motive. Her seven-year-old son was about the same age as Noah, but he was her nominal younger brother, Elliot.

Matthew was his so-called big brother, who was five years older than him. He was also a man of many experiences. However, a few years ago, he was supposed to be the CEO of the Hunt Group, but he was obsessed with stock trading and lost tens of millions of dollars. That was why the position had fallen into his hands.

However, he was not a simple person.

"Since everyone is here, let's have dinner," the old man said lightly.

Halfway through the meal, the old man put down his chopsticks and suddenly said, "Brett, you need to pay more attention to what you've been doing recently."

"I don't think I've done anything wrong recently, right? The company is still running as usual."

"It'd be best if this is the case. Otherwise, you should know that I can take back the power in your hands at any time."

He snorted coldly.

Others might think that Brett cared a lot about everything he had now, but he knew that he never cared about what he had now. Since he could get it and destroy it, he could do it in a flash.

He was just his illegitimate child. In his eyes, he was not worth mentioning at all.

In the Hunt family, he had no status. Since he was young, he knew that all the toys that others had were not his. He would not even give him anything that Matthew was tired of playing with.

This family had always made him feel oppressed.

After dinner, Brett did not stay for long. The atmosphere of the Hunt family made him feel uncomfortable even if he just sat there. He did not want to stay in this place that did not have any warmth.

Brett did not hesitate and got up to leave.

"Yo, our Young Master Hunt, you want to leave after eating? After all, this is your home."

Brett turned around and saw Demi's fake smile.

This woman was able to climb up to the position of Madam Hunt because of her brilliant methods. Back then, it was because she was pregnant that the old man married her.

However, now that he thought about it, this child might be someone else's. After all, Demi's reputation outside was not good. Only the old man was stupid enough to let her keep coaxing her.

"There's really no need to be so polite. Since there's nothing else, I think it's better for me to leave first so that you won't be unhappy when you see me."

"You..." Demi was so angry that she clenched her teeth.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was in control of the Hunt Group, how could she have placed this man in her eyes? She had been with the old man for so many years, yet she had not been able to get even a single share of the company. Now that she had fallen out with the person in charge of the Hunt Group, it was not wise. Demi looked at the car that was leaving and secretly spat. Once she coaxed Old He to change his will and make his son the successor, then she would have nothing to do with him.

After leaving the villa, the car sped away and suddenly stepped on the brakes. The car with good performance stopped accurately.

Brett slapped the steering wheel and his head was on the wheel. The street lamps on the side of the road illuminated the man's beautiful face. He was indeed a handsome man, but it was a pity that his face was too melancholic.

Brett laid there for a while and suddenly took out his phone. Looking at the countless numbers on the phone, he suddenly did not know who to call. Or rather, who could help him get rid of the negative emotions?

However, after hesitating for a few minutes, he dialed one number and called it.