Chapter 810 Mysterious Photos

“Crack!” A loud sound echoed as the wooden chair, originally placed nearby, instantly shattered under a powerful kick.

Paxton stood on the side, his heart pounding with fear. He had no idea which lunatic, with a death wish, sent such photos to Branden.

Branden’s dark, gleaming eyes flashed a hint of cold, murderous intent as he stared fixedly at the photos on the table.

Just half an hour ago, an envelope had been delivered to the Duncan Corporation building, specifying Branden as the recipient.

After the security team confirmed no danger, they presented the photos to Branden.

When Paxton opened the envelope, he was stunned. He had thought about hiding the photos, but it was already too late.

Branden had noticed the people in the photos, and he reached out to Paxton.

Helpless, Paxton handed the photos to Branden, and the scene of kicking the chair into pieces ensued.

The man and woman in the photos looked exceptionally harmonious and well-matched. The guy was attentively placing food onto the girl’s plate.

If the female lead in the photo wasn’t Catherine, Paxton might have thought it was a nice photography shot.

The atmosphere indoors grew increasingly gloomy, and the air pressure dropped. Not daring to lift his head, Paxton asked, “Mr. Duncan, should we go find Miss Swann now?”

He had it all planned out. When he located Catherine and the bastard, he would deal with the bastard immediately, sparing Branden from getting involved.

Mr. Duncan’s woman? You’re seeking death,”

cold voice resounded. Paxton doubted

he wasn’t joking. Sensing Branden’s gaze, Paxton was

photos on the table, and the darkness in his

“Catherine!”

Catherine abruptly turned around,

at her with a face full of compassion. “What’s going on? Are you feeling unwell? Why

“Professor Hartley, did you

trying to discern any clues

she would immediately notice him approaching. Even without a reaction, her calm face would

he approached her and called her twice before she reacted. That was

experiments are crucial, a bit of rest

constant reminders to study, Catherine was

also worked diligently in her studies. Every day in school,

Marshall, as a professor, could only provide guidance and limited assistance. Sometimes, he felt he

“Professor Hartley, I’m fine.”

Marshall’s words, and her attention

a serious expression. ” Catherine, if you take me as your mentor, you should

the authority of a professor, Marshall

locked the lab and took away the keys. ” Don’t think about entering the lab again today. Rest well, and come find me tomorrow for the

somewhat helplessly.

short nap. However, having slept a long time the previous

moment, Catherine decided to visit Zobber and Withal to learn about

her desk

turned to her computer and saw the desktop pet

pet’s belly with the mouse, and a message popped up. The message was specially encrypted, requiring a password to

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