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.

at his desk, a blank look on his face, absentmindedly twirling a fountain pen in his

on him, Brandon

approached. “Mr. Crawley,

house Sophia

Kent was speechless.

hesitated, not daring to ask more and

luckily the buyer wasn’t

a price well

Kent saw him zone out while staring at them for so long that he wondered if Brandon

“Kent, thanks.”

never before had Brandon thanked him so earnestly and calmly.

tugged at his lips awkwardly. “Mr. Crawley, are

shook his head, silent, his gaze drifting past Kent to the

suggest. “Mr. Crawley, if you can’t let go, maybe you should go after

in his

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