The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 145

At the airport.

Sophia was hustling out of the jet bridge while whipping out her phone to power it up, striding towards baggage claim. Before she even reached the carousel, her phone, now booted up, was flooding with notifications one after another.

Glancing at her screen, she saw that it was mostly Susan, peppered with a barrage of missed call alerts.

Texts morphed from [Have you reached West district yet?] to the more urgent [Why’s your phone still off? Sophia, call me back ASAP when you see this.]

Sophia skimmed the messages and quickly video-called Susan back.

The moment the call connected, Susan looked like she was about to burst into tears. “Finally, you call back. What took you so long? Did something happen to the flight? You had me scared to death.”

“It’s all good, just some weather delays,” Sophia reassured softly, “We got held up due to a local thunderstorm at the layover, and the plane kept circling without clearance to land. It’s caused a bit of a delay. I’m at West district now, so don’t fret.”

Susan sighed in relief, “As long as you’re safe. Remember to call me once you’re settled in, and watch out for yourself.”

“Will do,” Sophia nodded, inquired about the kid for a bit, and then hung up.

After the call, Sophia checked the time on her phone – past ten in the morning. She paused for a second.

The flight was hours behind schedule, and it was already past the nine o’clock work rush.

Sophia had no clue whether Brandon’s “by Friday” meant business hours or the opening ceremony.

If it was the former, she had essentially given up by now.

If it was the latter, making it on time was still touch and go.

Brandon was always a man of his word.

Letting go of the Zenithan-style project was something Sophia knew he would follow through on.

Suddenly, she wasn’t sure if there was any point in rushing over.

Her decision to return wasn’t solid to begin with. It was more Zachary’s plea, the suspicions from overhearing Darcy and others’ conversation, and several other factors that had rushed her.

The conveyor belt started moving, and luggage began to appear one by one.

bag among the sea of

lift her luggage as

out, she glanced at the clock again – thirty minutes to spare. If she caught a cab now, it would be

time, but this flight just had to get caught in a

was some cosmic sign holding

to leave it up to fate.

made it, it meant she was destined to be part of this project and she’d

of telling her

to hail a cab,

the Starlight

delivering a speech for the grand opening,

sneak-peeks at his

to keep a festive smile, though

be Brandon’s turn to speak, introducing the new

couldn’t be replaced, once announced, it

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Sophia’s Zenithan-style resort design,

Brandon

this anxiety, Don also kept glancing at his phone, even reaching to call Sophia directly when there were no updates.

said, his voice faint,

she ran into some trouble on the way?” Don whispered, “Got held up?”

phone? Or internet?” Brandon’s tone remained flat, not even looking

had no comeback.

and turned the attention to Brandon. “Please welcome, with a

the

on his face before he rose emotionlessly

stage, composed, speaking at an even pace,

speech was succinct, first expressing gratitude to the guests, then briefly explaining the reasons behind Star Dempsey Architects’ inception and future aspirations, before segueing to introducing

up was Don, with a quick verbal intro and a display of his résumé and portfolio

went up to express his

talented designers,” Brandon continued in a calm voice as the

suddenly halted.

puzzled, looked at him.