The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 359

"Whoever starts this mess has got it coming." Brandon said, eyeing him, "Three times, 15% - not a penny short. It's all squared away. From now on, watch your own back."

"As for the branch office," Brandon glanced at the somewhat messy pile of documents on his desk, then back at him, "You two are getting on in years, not fit enough to shoulder the heavy workload anymore. As of today, you're stepping down from the company, and Kent will be taking full charge of the branch office."

"What gives you the right to do this?" Daniel was fuming, "I built that branch from scratch, and the Zenitha-style resort project was my brainchild, my push. How can you just strip that away?"

"Sure, you set up the company, but the Zenitha-style resort project was my blueprint from the get-go. It was just shelved at the head office waiting for the right time to launch. You just conveniently took it to the branch, a little wedding present for your wife; that's all." Brandon remained unfazed by his anger, looking straight at him, "But the project design was my team's work, and the final call was mine. Don't overestimate your role."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Daniel glanced toward the entrance and saw it was the HR manager; his face turned grim, "What's up?"

The HR manager felt a bit jittery under Daniel's glare, but with Brandon present, he couldn't afford to dilly-dally. He braced himself and handed over a document, "Chairman Crawley, here's your HR transfer order. Considering your health issues, the HR department has revoked your and Mrs. Crawley's positions as general managers of the branch. Please proceed to HR to complete your retirement procedures and head to finance for your salary settlement before the end of the day."

Daniel took one look at the document and ripped it up on the spot, "Get lost!"

The HR manager didn't dare scoot, instead, under pressure, he placed another notice on Daniel's desk, "This is a notice about the board of directors' reshuffle."

Daniel skimmed it and got the gist - he was booted off the board.

"Furthermore," The HR manager nervously placed another document on his desk, "this is a pre-notification of changes to the company's shareholders. The formal notice will be issued after the equity change is completed; please review it." Daniel didn't need to look to know what it was; he was so angry he grabbed the paper to hurl at the HR manager, accompanied by a roar, "Get out!"

But the paper ball didn't hit the HR manager as Brandon caught it with an outstretched hand. He looked at Daniel calmly and said to the trembling HR manager behind him, "You can leave now."

"Okay."

After a meek response, the HR manager quickly exited the battleground. As he reached the door, Brandon nonchalantly instructed, "Email the entire company and notify all work groups about the HR dismissals and board reshuffle."

"Will do."

The HR manager acknowledged and hurried out, not forgetting to close the office door behind him.

Daniel was livid, pointing his finger at Brandon's nose and cursing, "You traitor, you'd go this far over some dame? Have you lost your mind?"

"I've given you chances." Brandon remained composed, extending his hand, "Hand over the phone."

Daniel instinctively guarded his phone, puzzled, "For what?"

"Feeling defiant, huh?" Brandon's voice was emotionless, "I'll make you accept it willingly."

snatching the

reflexively reached out to grab it back,

the phone screen in front of his face, and the

recording app, casually mentioning, "Forgot to

to a recording from the 17th

tapped to play

composed, flowed out of

lunged to snatch the phone back. Brandon simply lifted his hand holding the phone, and

also came through from

to snatch back

the recording played out. There was Daniel's line, "Is that little girl yours and Brandon's child?". When hearing it, his demeanor flickered; his gaze at Daniel now had an

he held his ground, locking eyes with Brandon, no longer struggling, letting the recording

not allow the existence of illegitimate children. Don't even dream

let you or your daughter set foot in our house. Unless I'm dead, nobody can even think

I ask, why do you

different worlds. He shouldn't be

You don't have to fret about any mother-son privileges,

it's not going

phone, followed by the "beep- beep" of a busy signal, signaling the end of

icy cold as he looked at

of unease, Daniel

returning Brandon's icy stare.

I say

a decent family, but take a good look at her folks - greedy, vulgar, lazy, selfish. They don't do a lick of real work, just scheming to milk you for all you're worth. Marrying her is like marrying her whole dang circus of a family. Even if you're rolling in dough, you can't fend off their kind of money- burning. One wrong step and they'll land you behind bars.

a victim too?" Brandon shot back

barked back, his words stopping Marian

an errand for her granddad to see Daniel and hadn't expected to walk into a father-son brawl. She

her to leave. She was the one person Daniel had said could see him anytime, no appointment

she can deal with the fallout. Why should my son have to clean up her mess?" Daniel's voice, thick with anger, carried from inside, "If not for her, you'd have married Yolanda on schedule, lived a normal life, had your own family, your own peaceful and simple life - not this freak show you're living now. You think I haven't seen how you've struggled these

at him, enunciating each word, "I need her, and that's that. If you really want what's

that, Brandon turned

desperation, "What about Yolanda? The one you've pined for over twenty years?

paused mid-step but didn't turn

been cracked open, and through the sliver

"I won't marry Yolanda!"

words, Brandon swung the door