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.

quickly retrieved the surveillance footage

Brandon’s eyes

hand, the initials “SY etched on it flickering in and out

his long fingers idly on

that moment, the doorbell

door and

soon as the door opened, a handsome face

to his excitement, Brandon was much

doorknob, leaning against the door frame with his arms

didn’t fade. “Who

but Brandon blocked the doorway with his leg, standing firm like a mountain, and asked, “He

Don didn’t mind, still grinning from ear to ear, “I tried calling you when you were on the plane, but couldn’t get through, so I called Kent

Chapter 27

City. Of course, I had to take the chance to catch up for a drink.

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

righteous. Over the years, their friendship deepened in a subtle and profound way After the test, when Don

City, Don had hurried over after wrapping

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

casually shut the door.

with its spacious room and

and school from afar

her standing by Ivan’s side giving him the cold shoulder flashed through hist mind, and his

to the change 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

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

Brandon popped open a cold beer with a poker face, took a hefty swig, and plopped down on the couch before finally turning to him, “Looks like business is

make the cut at home, so he applied to universities abroad. He originally planned to go for an easy out finance major, but due to a 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

lit up with a hint of pride,

cold beer and toasted Brandon from across the room, “Gotta thank you for your sage

lifted his beer for a remote cheers,

the rest of his beer in

at him, “Got

“Nope.”

your eyes” Don said as he