The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 27

The girl looked up at him, puzzled. “Where did this bracelet come from? Of course, it’s mine.”

As she spoke, she twisted her wrist, trying to pull it back.

Brandon looked at her face “What’s your name?”

“Are you sick or something?” The girl was even more baffled. “Who asks for names the first time they meet? I don’t even know you.”

Brandon frowned slightly, sizing her up with his gaze.

The girl was young around twenty-three or twenty-four, with delicate and pretty features. She had a slim and well-proportioned figure, wavy light brown hair, and was dressed in a simple yet chic outfit that screamed youthful fashion Her demeanor was calm with a hint of playful boldness, but her face was completely unfamiliar to him.

Feeling Brandon’s stare, she grew anxious. “Let go of me or I’m calling the cops.”

Then she started shouting. “Help! There’s a creep here!”

Only then did Brandon realize he was still holding her wrist through her sleeve, a reflex from his wandering thoughts

“Sorry,” he let go of her hand, glanced at the bracelet in her hand, then back at her face with a look of confusion and contemplation.

The girl eyed him warily and quickly withdrew her hand the moment she was free. She gave Brandon a look as if he was a nutcase, backing away towards the door and occasionally turning back to look at him in wonder.

Brandon didn’t pursue her again and headed upstairs to his room. Once there, he called Kent to ask him to pull the hotel’s lobby surveillance footage.

‘Mr. Crawley, what do you need that for?” Kent asked, puzzled.

“Just send it over, Brandon didn’t elaborate, “I need it in five minutes.”

“Alright, I’m on it, Kent promised right away.

“And another thing, Brandon settled on the sofa, check who Ivan Evert is.”

“Huh?” Kent was completely bewildered. “Who’s that now?”

“Just do it. I’ll send over the basic info, Brandon instructed

“Got it, Kent nodded.

retrieved the surveillance

Brandon’s eyes

bracelet in her hand, the initials “SY etched on

and tapped his long fingers idly on the back of

moment, the

at the door and got

the door opened, a handsome face with a big smile appeared, clearly in high

to his excitement, Brandon was

go of the doorknob, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, and glanced at

smile didn’t fade. “Who else but your buddy

the doorway with his leg,

ear to ear, “I tried calling you when you were on the plane, but couldn’t get through, so I called Kent instead. He said you were on

Chapter 27

in Wye City. Of course, I had to take the chance to catch up

and Brandon had grown up together, from the same neighborhood, attending the same kindergarten, elementary, and middle school. It was only in high school that Don, the slacker, didn’t reach the scholarly heights of Brandon, the brainiac, and they ended up at different schools. But that didn’t affect their friendship Brandon had always been a bit aloof, while Don was more outgoing Don had initially been somewhat dismissive of Brandon, finding him too stiff and no fun, but his

subtle and profound way After the test, when Don chose to study abroad due to not getting into a good university and spent most of his time

in Wye City, Don had hurried over after wrapping up his

Don didn’t seem to be lying. Brandon finally moved away from the door, letting him

what brings you to Wye City? Brandon asked as he watched Don enter and casually shut the

and excellent

and school from afar

her standing by Ivan’s side giving him the cold shoulder

in Brandon’s expression, lifted his left arm and neatly caught the cold beer thrown his way. As he popped the tab, he said, “The firm’s been swamped lately, so I thought I’d hire some freelance designers. Came here to check out

of “School of Architecture, Brandon’s hand paused mid-motion with his beer. Don raised

popped open a cold beer with a poker face, took a hefty swig, and plopped down on

twist of fate ended up in architecture He stuck with it, and after graduating, spent a couple of years at an architectural firm to get some experience and network. Then he teamed up with a classmate to start their own firm. The first couple of years were rough, all about the red ink. When Don couldn’t take it anymore, he made a special trip to chat with Brandon. Brandon laid out the strengths and weaknesses of his firm and gave him the lowdown on the Ephemoran market, suggesting he ditch residential design and give public architecture a whirl. They hadn’t touched base for a while, and lo and behold, Don’s

up with a hint of pride, “Not too

across the room, “Gotta thank you for your

his beer for

of his beer in

at him, “Got the

“Nope.”

from the way you roll your eyes” Don said as he walked over and sat down next to him, tipping his head to look at him, “Something on your