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The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

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Don had already shifted the conversation to another topic. “By the way, how are Brandon and Sophia doing these days?”

He'd been there that night when Brandon had brought Sophia up on stage and announced to everyone that she was his wife. The

whole thing had felt oddly one-sided, almost as if Brandon was the only one eager to make the declaration.

He couldn't help but feel a little concerned for the two of them.

“How would | know?” Kent sighed. “Whatever the boss is dealing with, it’s not really something we as his staff can meddle in.

Aren't you and Brandon close? Shouldn't you know better than | do?”

“When would | have tto worry about someone else's domestic ? Year-end is killing me.” Don replied, falling into step with

Kent as they headed toward the elevators.

Kent gave an understanding nod and dropped the subject.

But Don shot him a strange look. “Aren’t you always around Mr. Crawley? Haven't you noticed if he’s off or anything?”

Kent shook his head. “Mr. Crawley’s been practically invisible. In and out before you even realize it.”

Don gave him a thumbs up. “No wonder they always say, ‘To aplish great things, you must sever all personal ties.”

Kent rolled his eyes. “Who exactly says that?”

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Don grinned. “I just made it up.”

Kent rolled his eyes again.

Don let out a sigh. “I think | finally get where Mr. Dylan wasing from.”

Kent frowned. “Mr. Dylan who?”

“Dylan. You know.”

Kent was speechless.

To master the art, you must first make a sacrifice.

“Just be careful, or Brandon's going toe after you,” Kent warned, thinking of his own recent experience.

“Don’t worry. Brandon and | go way back—he wouldn't do that to me,” Don said, full of confidence.

Kent just gave a dry laugh. He'd once thought the sthing about his friendship with Brandon. Look how that turned out.

He let out a silent sigh.

Having a windfall should have been a cause for celebration, but given the timing, Kent felt no joy—just constant anxiety and regret.

Back at the office, Brandon was still nowhere to be seen. After sinner debate, Kent couldn't help himself and took a screenshot

of the bank transfer notification, sending it to Brandon along with a message:

“Mr. Crawley, was this transfer a mistake?”

Brandon was at a red light when the message cthrough. He glanced at his phone, then set it down without replying.

Sophia was in the back seat with Theresa and had heard the message notification. She watched Brandon check his phone and then

put it away, and finally asked, “Who was that?”

“Kent,” Brandon replied.

“Why aren’t you answering him?”

“If it’s urgent, he'll call,” Brandon said simply.

Sophia nodded, understanding enough not to pry further. She didn’t really know the dynamic between Brandon and Kent, so she

left it at that.

Brandon was supposed to be at work today, but he'd insisted the last day before the holiday didn’t matter much, so he'd stayed

hand spent the day taking Theresa out instead.

In his words, he'd already missed two years of Theresa's childhood, and Sophia had lost several months herself. They owed her

sextra ttogether.

There was no way Sophia could argue with that, so she went along with it.

After sending the message, Kent waited half the day with no response from Brandon. His nerves were shot; he couldn’t focus on

work and had even started quietlyanizing his projects for a possible handover.

That afternoon, Brandon finally strolled in, late as ever.

The moment Kent saw Brandon walk into the office, his heart started pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. His hand froze

on the mouse.

After serving as Brandon's chief assistant for so many years, this was the first the'd ever felt this nervous.

As Brandon passed by his desk, Kent instinctively held his breath, sitting up straight and trying to look busy.

Brandon walked right past him without even slowing down.

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