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.

found Brandon staring into space at his desk, a blank look on his face, absentmindedly twirling a fountain

Brandon

approached. “Mr. Crawley, something the

me that house

Kent was speechless.

hesitated, not daring to ask

the buyer wasn’t

house back at a price well above

for so long that he

“Kent, thanks.”

Brandon thanked

awkwardly. “Mr. Crawley,

his gaze drifting past Kent to the trash can,

Brandon and couldn’t help but tentatively suggest. “Mr. Crawley, if you can’t let go, maybe you should go after

go of or not let go of, Brandon replied nonchalantly, his voice faint. The burnished keys twirled once or twice in his palm, and with a flick, they arced beautifully through the air and landed with a

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