Chapter 334

Cindy stuttered for ages, spooked by Brandon's gaze, unable to string a full sentence together. Her eyes reddened first, on the verge of bursting into tears any second.

Don, standing nearby, was also taken aback by her reaction and quickly tried to calm Brandon down, "Brandon, you're gonna scare this poor girl out of her wits."

He moved to separate Brandon and Cindy, but before he even got close, Brandon blocked him with an arm.

This time, Brandon wasn't gonna let her off the hook like before.

His eyes, unwavering, kept Cindy in their grip, "Who spilled the beans?"

"I was at the police station across the street last time, handling my residence

registration, and I bumped into Director Yearwood registering a kid."

Perhaps Don's presence gave Cindy a sense of security, but she still caved under Brandon's intense scrutiny, spilling everything involuntarily.

Brandon pressed, "When did this happen?"

"End of June."

Cindy trembled out her answer, only to see Brandon's handsome face turn icy. She was filled with fear and guilt, deeply regretting her loose lips that blabbed without thinking.

"Mr. Crawley." Despite her fear, Cindy couldn't help but plead softly, "It's my fault. I wasn't discreet, I let it slip. It's Director Yearwood's private matter, it's got nothing to do with work, please don't hold it against Director Yearwood."

Brandon didn't respond and just walked away.

"Mr. Crawley." Cindy, desperate, burst into tears on the spot, wanting to follow but too scared to move, wishing she could make amends even if it meant dying.

this unfold, Don comforted her, "Don't worry, Mr. Crawley won't make things

slapped herself, "It's all because I

to reassure her, "Trust me, Director Yearwood isn't petty. She wasn't counting on anyone keeping her

words didn't

feeling guilty, she returned to her office, intending to explain herself and apologize to

was still untouched on her

seeing her, Cindy

and stepped out," Ivan explained, glancing up at her,

herself to tell Ivan and simply shook

word it. She put the phone down and just stared at the office door, waiting for Sophia to return so

police station across

still at the small apartment she sold two years ago, which, coincidentally, he now

to request information on the

staff quickly pulled

of the household. On the next page of the registration card, Brandon spotted "Theresa Yearwood" clearly written as "Theresa," not Theresa Cooper. The birthplace was Wye City, the birth date was February of the previous year, not December of the year before as Grace had

eyes fixated on the words "mother and daughter," his Adam's apple bobbing with

served noticed his lack of response and

snapped back to reality, gathered the information, thanked the staff, and

private elevator straight up to

as soon as he stepped out of the elevator. Startled, she instinctively stood up

look at her or anyone else, heading straight for

frightened by the icy aura surrounding him, falling silent as if frozen, yet they couldn't help but curiously glance at Brandon,

pushed open the door to Sophia's office, glanced around inside, his gaze pausing briefly on the unopened

her head, "Ivan said she stepped out and hasn't

who was still busy

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