The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 518

Brandon was still caught up in the hustle, busying himself before grinding to a halt again.

He was hit with the memory of Daniel packing his bags, not dressed in his usual chill-at-home gear, but rather like he was about to hit the road when the night was

still young.

Although Daniel had got the travel bug, taking off for a road trip at night didn't exactly scream "normal".

Brandon couldn't help but furrow his brow, calling Nell, the guy who had specially got Daniel's back. The call connected in no time.

"Is my dad hitting the hay yet?" Brandon asked.

Nell on the other end probably didn't see this call coming, stammering a bit.

"Chairman Crawley stepped out," he said.

"Where to?" Brandon probed.

"Just said he'd take a stroll around the nearby cities," Nell replied.

Brandon pushed, "Which city?"

"The Chairman didn't spill," Nell's voice faded a bit.

dropped a

a wave of pressure, and Nell caved, stuttering out, "Headed

"What?"

up to in Zion

the business jargon, nor could he recall, "I couldn't remember clearly; it's about the site. He mentioned how you're young and skeptical about all this auspicious stuff, how many have fallen because they didn't believe. He's

it plenty, didn't understand the techy stuff, but he

right time. Worried about potential bad omens, he insisted on overseeing the crew kick off the work

"Got it."

off, hung up, and tried calling

have dialed is switched off." the courteous customer service

Clearly, Daniel's playing keep away to stop Brandon from swooping in last minute, so he'd cut off all lines of communication

stepped out of the study, and knocked on the door where Grace

in, "Got a bit of a situation at the company, gotta jet to Zion City now. Keep Theresa safe for me, ring me if anything pops up, and if you can't get me,

his sternness, and nodded automatically,

gaze slipped past her shoulder; he peeked at Theresa snoozing

eyes open, and flipped upright at lightning speed, fumbling for

work stuff, middle of the night at the construction site, and Theresa was just a little tyke; he couldn't drag her

work, Theresa. You hang tight with your auntie and godmother here, get some good sleep, and we'll come get you bright and early," he soothed her, scooping her up

panic-stricken, clambering up, tiny fingers clenching Brandon's sleeve with a vice grip, shaking her head like her life depended on it, "No, I don't

taken aback by her sudden meltdown. Just then, his phone, which he had just put away

glance told him it was Kent on the line. Brandon couldn't

thinking he was about to leave her behind, wails louder, scrambling to cling to Brandon's arm like it was a lifeline.