Sunday, New City, Rooftop Bar.

It's a South American-inspired open-air bar on the roof of a building by the Hudson River.

Around the roof, a glass fence was built to overlook the magnificent scenery of Manhattan and the Hudson River.

Leaning against the fence, dozens of winter evergreen plants are placed, with dense green leaves and a pleasant environment.

Inside the fence is a row of soft beige fabric sofas, each with a round table in front of it. On the other side, there are dozens of wooden square tables and chairs near the bar, which are simple and comfortable.

On Sundays, the bar was very lively, with the bar and tables full of people, and Brandon and Benjamin sat on either side of a square table, facing each other.

The two men, even if they are casual on weekends, are also in straight suits.

Brandon's long, white fingers ran a few times along the rim of the beer glass.

He lifted his eyelids and looked at Benjamin's sculptural face, which seemed to be thinner after a few days, and his jaw line was tight, and his whole face looked even more cold and hard.

Downward, the close-fitting suit outlines sexy folds along the full muscle lines of his body.

He was bathed in the faint afternoon sun, his halo was hazy, the corners of his lips were hooked into a casual smile, and his five rough fingers loosely grasped the large beer glass, leisurely.

Brandon looked at him for a moment.

It seems that fourteen years ago, on the steps of the school library, there was such a charming teenager, and he also looked free and uninhibited.

The eighteen-year-old aristocratic boy found a confidant who was rare to meet in his life at that moment.

At this moment, Benjamin's heart is like this season of late autumn and early winter, which is getting colder and colder.

For Brandon, he didn't have expectations.

Before that, they had been classmates for four years, and after graduation, two handsome and talented young men, with little effort, broke out their own piece of the world in New City, the world's largest economic city.

In the past ten years, they have helped and supported each other.

How many times in the past ten years, Benjamin has seen Brandon standing in front of the window, his slender fingers between a cigar, and the smoke that fills the air envelops his delicate and pale face.

Brandon has always had hatred in his heart, as if the resentment of the family accumulated over hundreds of years is piled on his thin shoulders.

"Why?" Benjamin once asked Brandon bitterly, "How many centuries have passed, why can't you forget, have to kidnap yourself, imprison yourself?" The so-called noble descendant, the Marquis of Geshiru, is just a title, and to you, it is so important? ”

Brandon turned his face, gray hair, gray eyes, dyed a little vicissitudes, he smiled very lightly and coldly, "Benjamin, you were not born in a noble family, how can you understand the meaning of inheritance?" How can I understand how deep, thick, and heavy the grievances of a family have passed on to me after more than 300 years? Hey—"

His eyes were misty, and he sighed, "I am already the last man left in this world by the Geshiru family, if I can't fulfill the last wish of my ancestors, the Geshiru family will completely disappear from the world." ”

As he said this, Brandon stretched out his final note, confused, dejected, and had no desire to survive.

Benjamin was unwilling, and tried to persuade him, "But even your sister has given up opposing the Hawasser family, and is married to Andrew, the younger brother of the Duke of Hawasser, don't talk about revenge, even if your current identity is related to the Hawashur family." ”

Hearing this, Brandon's eyes were cold, and the smile on the corner of his lips was even colder, "My sister married Andrew, but she took Hawasser's surname, but she will never forget the feud between Geshiru and the Hawashur family!" ”

Benjamin was stunned, pondered for a while, and suddenly understood, "So, your sister married into the Hawasser family to make it easier to get started!" ”

Brandon didn't say anything more, just slashed off the cigar butt that remained on his fingertips......

Later, Benjamin was careful not to ask Brandon about his family's private affairs, even when he learned of the untimely death of Fidel, Duke of Havasser, earlier this year, he did not ask Brandon.

But the world is unpredictable, two months ago, Benjamin's top boss, Wall Street financial tycoon Henry, suddenly became interested in Brandon's Meiheng Group, and did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to acquire Meiheng, and he was determined to win Meiheng.

After that, Henry dispatched all kinds of contacts, Anna, Dick, Joseph, and Brandon were all involved.

And Benjamin, as Henry's chief secretary, was involved in the acquisition from beginning to end, and even had a beautiful cooperation with Brandon, and finally ousted the former chairman of Meiheng, Allen, who also took this opportunity to get a five-percent stake in Meiheng Group and became famous in the business district of New City.

Afterwards, Benjamin and Brandon were so excited that they went to the bar to have a good drink and have a good time.

However, the next day, to Benjamin's disbelief, Brandon actually cut off their friendship at this time!

"Why?" Benjamin screamed frantically, feeling like people were going crazy.

Brandon was very calm, so calm that he felt terrible, his gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke, misty, and the expression on his face was extremely indifferent, "Benjamin, we have been friends since our classmates for more than ten years. In the past ten years, you and I have a heart-to-heart connection and loyalty to each other. For me, it is difficult to find a confidant, and this friendship is unique in this world, which has not been there before, and will not exist again in the future. ”

Benjamin's eyes were scarlet, and he hissed, "For me, this friendship is also unique in the world!" I've thought about it, if you want to take revenge, I'll accompany you to take revenge, even if it's dangerous, go to prison, or even die, I won't frown! But ......"

"No, but!" Brandon's voice was as cold as ice, interrupting him, revealing human coldness and undoubtedness, "Benjamin, you still don't understand that even this unique friendship between you and me and my family for more than 300 years cannot be compared. ”

Hearing this, Benjamin was chilled all over his body, and he suddenly understood that a while ago he helped Brandon earn a lot of money in the financial market and buy five percent of the shares of Meiheng Group, which was actually digging a grave for himself!