Chapter 85

Kent shot Brandon a puzzled look.

Brandon had gone poker–faced, icy to the core, even his gaze was frosty. For a split second, Kent caught a glimpse of pure resolve and a touch of ruthlessness in those eyes, a sort of all–or–nothing.

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damn the consequences determination. His hand swiftly moved to sign the contract, but then Brandon suddenly slammed the pen down on the table with a loud “snap.”

“Sorry, the house ain’t for sale.” Dropping the words coldly, Brandon spun on his heel and left, leaving behind a confused real estate agent and the would–be new tenant.

Kent hurried over to try and smooth things over. “My bad. There’s a bit of a snag with that place, and I thought better of screwing you guys over.

“What’s the deal?” the prospective tenant blew up on the spot. If there’s an issue, why the heck are you trying to pawn it off on us?”

“Really sorry about this,” Kent said with a string of apologetic grins, shooting the agent a knowing look. He slipped him some hush money to soothe the customer before finding an excuse to duck out early.

into space at his desk, a blank look on his face, absentmindedly

him, Brandon glanced his way.

approached. “Mr. Crawley, something the matter?”

me that house Sophia had.”

Kent was speechless.

to ask

luckily the buyer wasn’t in a rush to move in, so it was still untouched.

the house back at a price well above

to Brandon, Kent saw him zone out while staring at them for so long that he wondered if Brandon had forgotten he was there. Eventually, Brandon pocketed the keys and

“Kent, thanks.”

never before had Brandon thanked him so earnestly and

tugged at his lips awkwardly. “Mr. Crawley,

head, silent, his gaze drifting past Kent to the trash can, where he

something was seriously off with Brandon and couldn’t help but tentatively suggest. “Mr.

Brandon replied nonchalantly, his voice faint. The burnished keys twirled once or twice in his

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