Chapter 277

"She just left, not even a few minutes ago."

As he finished speaking, he saw Brandon's brow furrow slightly and his eyes turn towards him. "Why would she clock out so early all of a sudden?"

Caught off guard by the question, Don responded.

"Well, it was time to punch out."

"She's not the type to watch the clock for quitting time."

"Plus," Brandon paused, "she left before it was time to finish up, didn't she?"

Sophia was a workhorse who could really get into the zone, never one to watch the clock or duck out early.

Don was at a loss for words, as Sophia definitely wasn't one to leave work early. Brandon's eyes had a sharp edge. "What exactly happened?"

The smile on Don's face stiffened. With everyone watching by the company's entrance, it wasn't the place for straight talk. He hesitated, glancing at Brandon, then hesitantly looked towards Martin.

Brandon's gaze followed to Martin.

Martin subtly turned his head away. With Marian inside and all the company people watching, he didn't want to bring it up there.

Brandon didn't press further.

"I'll catch up with you guys later."

He dropped the sentence coldly and turned on his heel, his steps firm and quick.

Don watched him hit the elevator button, stepping in without a pause, his long fingers also "snap" pressing the button, the elevator doors closing, and the car beginning its descent.

Don couldn't help but turn to Martin. "Let's get a move on and have a feast to set us on our way."

Martin glanced at him, ignoring the jest, and headed for the elevator.

Don followed suit.

Brandon rode the elevator down to the underground parking garage.

Getting into his car, he pulled out his phone to call Sophia.

After a brief ring, the call was picked up.

"Hello?" Her voice soft and listless, not sounding overly enthusiastic.

"Where are you at right now?"

Brandon asked, his other hand already fastening the seatbelt and starting the engine.

my way home," Sophia

answer her question, just softly asked, "Whereabouts are

wasn't too

a funk and

had stirred up some unpleasant memories, dragging her back to the gloomy days before her

Brandon to divorce her to make room for Yolanda, Brandon mistook her for Yolanda, Martin wanted

that marriage, studied hard, worked hard, and finally made some achievements. Yet, two years later, all her efforts were still paving the way for

couldn't describe her feelings. It seemed like her efforts, even her existence, were

this, marriage was like this, and even her career wasn't

unhappiness that surfaced, facing the tenderness in Brandon's voice on the phone, Sophia felt

her off vibe,

"What happened?" he asked.

home, gotta

beep" of the busy tone transmitted, Brandon glanced at the phone, which had reverted to

pinched the phone, pondering for a moment, then looked out the car

had been filled with the noise of the bustling traffic, not the kind of noise you'd get inside a

was standing by the road when she answered, either walking or

Brandon deliberately slowed down, scanning the bike lane and sidewalk to

clock-out traffic wasn't

Brandon spotted Sophia

hands casually resting on her purse's chain, her serene and pretty

a

she saw the approaching black car, then looked towards the slowly

the car, also gave her a glance, then

are you here?" Seeing the tall figure approaching

in your voice," Brandon said, now

her, looking down at

awkwardly turned her

you walking

felt like taking a walk to clear my head, consider it a workout. Otherwise, sitting in the office all day isn't great

"How about

by the roadside, "Plus,

"It's fine."

pulling out his phone, he dialed Kent,

then hung up and turned to her. "Let's

then gave

too

by side, the setting sun filtering through the trees, casting long shadows of

Brandon quietly accompanied her, not speaking

him; his deep-set profile was calm and handsome in

had been a long while since she had taken a

student days, they

after classes, they would often wait for each other, intentionally

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