Chapter 188

Don was the first to snap out of it, quickly nudging Cindy with a poke. "Cindy."

Cindy snapped back to reality, "Oh, I will send you Director Yearwood's address, the Fragrant complex."

As she spoke, she whipped out her phone and shot Don the detailed address.

Don quickly passed it on to Brandon, and when he looked up, Brandon's tall, strapping silhouette had already vanished at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Brandon didn't check his phone until he was in the car.

The complex wasn't far from the company, but it was in the opposite direction of his way home.

With a swift twist of the steering wheel, he was off.

It took him less than twenty minutes to get to the complex.

Brandon took a quick look inside.

The complex was sizable, pitched as a mid to high-end living area.

Full of life, with tight security, you had to sign in and out.

Brandon vaguely remembered Sophia living in a similar complex back in Wye City, wondered if it was a habit of hers.

8 tucked away deep in

was on

to a stop on the fifteenth

casual look around

with decent hallway decor and good

to door 1506 and knocked,

the couch with her eyes closed, trying

from

clear, no issues with her brain or blood vessels - probably just the overtime, late nights,

helped much. She still felt groggy and under the weather. The tumble she took saving Louis wasn't light either - elbows, knees, and hips had all slammed down hard, still

was him.

on the sixteenth floor when she got back, but then thought of Cindy saying

two-bedroom was rented

to get work done with

clingy. As long as Sophia wasn't home, she'd stick with

as soon as Sophia was home,

even though she wasn't as swamped as back in Wye City, juggling

Sophia, she'd wanted to ignore it, but the persistent "thump- thump" sounded

despite feeling weak, she muttered "Coming," then

black suit accentuating his naturally cool and

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