Love Command: Darling, Do You Yield?-Chapter 176 I Want Iris Harris 2

"What’s your name?"

"James Mason."

"..." Brandan’s eyelids slightly lifted, looking at him with a half-smile, "So, you’re the one who intercepted my goods in Russia?"

The guy who stole billions worth of goods from him actually swaggered into his office?

The name James Mason might be notorious within the Russian mafia circles.

He’s one of the officials in Russia’s largest Mafia organization, colluding with local government, committing countless major crimes, some even famous internationally.

Yet, with the local government cleaning up after him, he’s still at large.

Unexpectedly, he came directly to confront him today.

Brandan initially intended to have him killed, but hadn’t expected he’d show up in person.

And...

The bone marrow matched Iris Harris’s.

A peculiar feeling stirred within him, causing waves of coldness after the excitement passed, yet the source of that cold remained unknown.

"That shipment was just a misunderstanding." James Mason raised his hand and lightly tapped the desk. His fingers were long, the ring finger bore a thick layer of gun callous — hands accustomed to wielding weapons, stained with unknown quantities of death. "Take a look at this."

Brandan lowered his eyes and turned to the next page.

"!"

His hand trembled, scattering the documents across the desk.

His previously calm demeanor finally showed a hint of disturbance.

He raised his eyes, staring at James Mason in disbelief, his teeth clenched, eyes wide.

The person before him was very handsome and young, deserving of any praise for this face.

But...

He looked nothing like him at all!

Brandan slowly clenched his hand, gripping the document, his voice hoarse: "Is this true?"

It was a blood relation identification report.

Suddenly, he felt it was somewhat ridiculous.

An indescribable fatigue swept over him, constricting his breath.

"I’ve had plastic surgery."

James Mason raised his hand, lighting a cigarette, and Brandan noticed it was the same brand he usually smoked. "The original face was no longer usable. The current face was repaired bit by bit."

His tone was extremely calm, and Brandan didn’t ask what happened to that face. He closed his eyes momentarily before saying: "Should I call you Caleb Hyde or James Mason?"

"Caleb Hyde?" James Mason chuckled, his dark eyes flickering slightly. "That’s a name from a very long time ago... Now I go by James Mason. Just call me that."

"You’re still alive..." Brandan gazed at the face in front of him; they looked completely different now. Even if Iris were standing before him, she might not recognize him.

But he knew he was his brother, whom he had never met.

Blood relations are a terrifying thing, with an inexplicable sense of connection.

Moreover, they were twins.

"...So why haven’t you come back all these years?"

"That’s a long story..." James Mason smiled softly, shaking his head, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray before raising his head to look at Brandan. "Let’s talk business."

"..."

Brandan said nothing, just looking at him.

"That shipment was just an accident. Do you think I came to use bone marrow as a trade for that shipment? It’s not so." James Mason smiled at him. "Although, I indeed came to ask for something."

"I want Iris Harris."