This man was shameless to the extreme.

Erick was yet to make him pay for not protecting Raegan properly, yet Mitchel still had the audacity to sit in front of him and call him elder brother!

Erick's expression turned icy. "Don't call me elder brother. I'm afraid I can't afford such a title. It might shorten my life."

Mitchel's obsidian eyes were downcast as he endured Erick's scorn with remarkable patience. Right now, Mitchel appeared quite humble, which was a far cry from the image he usually projected.

But Erick was not swayed by Mitchel's little performance. When he spoke next, his voice was cold and stern. "I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible. As long as I'm alive, you will never take advantage of my sister again!"

He got to his feet and dusted his trousers.

“I believe I've made myself clear. We have nothing else to discuss.

Oh, and don't bother waiting for the liver porridge. I've already ordered Reagan not to leave the house.”

Erick was known for his stubbornness, a trait Mitchel had quickly recognized during their first interaction.

Thus, he waited for Erick to vent his anger before telling him why he had requested for this meeting.

"Elder brother, I know you've returned to secure the domestic shipping project."

Erick paused mid-step. Scowling, he turned back to Mitchel and demanded, “What do you mean? Are you investigating me?"

“Relax, I'm on your side, elder brother. I would never harm you."

Erick was getting quite frustrated. The more Mitchel called him elder brother, the more familiar his tone became.

However, his purpose for returning was a secret to all, yet, Mitchel had been able to discover it.

Erick's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of wariness rising within him.

Mitchel's lips curved. "I can help you secure the project."

"You?"

Erick scoffed, his tone full of disbelief and derision.

"As far as I'm aware, the Dixon family has no history in shipping.