The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 84

“Mr. Crawley, it’s midnight.” Kent couldn’t help but remind him..

“Hmm”

Kent didn’t say anything.

He couldn’t resist sneaking a peek at Brandon. Brandon’s handsome face was turned towards the window, his expression as calm as ever. Kent always felt that, calm as he was, something seemed missing compared to before he went abroad.

Before, Brandon’s calm was like the sea that welcomed a thousand rivers–serene and composed after weathering the years. Although he seemed a bit distant from the average Joe, he had the air of a detached. sage, high above the mundane world, merely lacking the common emotions and desires of ordinary people. Now, his calm seemed lifeless, like the stillness of death.

Kent had no clue what had happened to Brandon in Wye City and didn’t dare to pry. He only subtly advised. “Mr. Crawley, there’s no rush with work. The company’s running smoothly, and there’s no need to hurry. You’ve been on a plane for so long. Why not get over the jet lag first and give your body some rest?”

But his earnest advice was met with a calm response from Brandon. “No need.”

Kent didn’t dare to say anything more, driving smoothly, occasionally glancing at Brandon in the rearview mirror with concern.

Brandon sat in the backseat, arms crossed, his head slightly tilted towards the window.

The rear window was wide open, the cool night air rushing in with the speed of the car, messing up his hair. Brandon remained motionless throughout, calmly watching the passing traffic outside.

At this hour, the roads were mostly empty. Billboards and skyscrapers slowly turned off their lights. It was very quiet–not exactly the time to keep working.

Kent knew he shouldn’t ask, but he couldn’t help himself. “Mr. Crawley, did you run into Sophia during your time in Ephemora?”

as he spoke, Brandon glanced

sweat. Just when he thought

not that easy to bump into someone you know” Brandon gave him a look and

every day. When do I have time to date?”

saying that, he realized that complaining about being busy in front of his boss might seem like whining. He

as if in self–mockery, and then quickly hid the expression, without

other than work with anyone. From a normal person’s perspective, Kent actually found him a bit dull.

and a friend, he couldn’t resist giving Brandon a heads–up. “Mr. Crawley, life isn’t just about work. Sometimes chatting

him and

hit a wall

Kent got out to help with the

looked at Kent. “Sell the WillowBrook Villa tomorrow.”

stunned. “What?”

Brandon and

“You mean s

Brandon wanted to sell their marital home. Were they trying to completely erase each

but

when his gaze met Brandon’s cold, almost indifferent profile, the words died

saw his

I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”

and Sophia’s marital home was a mansion in a wealthy neighborhood with a full river view, great location, floor, and layout, excellent lighting and ventilation. It had always been a hot commodity among the rich and powerful, but unfortunately, those who could afford it weren’t short of money. New properties had sold out long ago, and second–hand homes rarely came on the market. So, when Brandon’s house was listed, it immediately drew a lot of potential buyers, all eager to see

him the keys or the code. Agents kept messaging Kent on WhatsApp, asking for the keys to show the property.

of interest. Could you give me the