The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 530

Daniel was taken aback, and then quickly replied.

"Yoli mentioned it when she came to see me and your mom the other day. She brought up the Zenitha-style resort project, said she heard from colleagues that for some reason, they can't get this one column to set right. They've brought in two different survey teams and still can't figure it out. Everyone's getting the heebie-jeebies, thinking it might be some sort of supernatural jinx. To tackle the issue, they put together this crack team of experienced builders and even roped in a professional to pick an auspicious date for the pour. But outta the blue, the higher-ups swapped out the crew, so it looks like the pour is gonna hit a snag, not going down as planned. I later hit up Tomas for the lowdown, heard that it was you putting the brakes on the construction. Worried it might jinx the company's mojo, I told Tomas to stick with the plan, I'd take the heat. But who knew."

Daniel trailed off, not daring to continue. Brandon's lips curled into a chilly half- smile, and without a word, he left. He was still a bit wobbly on his feet, probably not yet back to his old self.

Daniel, concerned, called out to him, "You're still on the mend, where are you off to? Rest up in the hospital a bit longer."

But no one paid him any mind. Brandon's towering figure quickly vanished at the end of the corridor.

Daniel turned to Kent, seeking guidance. Kent just silently shook his head.

"Chairman Crawley, what were you thinking?" Kent sighed, and then without another word, hurried out the door after Brandon.

Daniel stood still, his mind in a fog, a feeling of regret creeping and spreading in his heart like never before. He couldn't fathom why things had gone south, especially with Sophia.

He'd always been indifferent to her, even repelled.

But now that she was gone, he felt an echoing hollowness, his mind replaying over and over the calm look on her face as she steadied him from falling last night, the urgency in her pull when that frail man was nearly sent flying, and back to the mess hall, her steady hand on his trembling one at the controls, not even looking at him.

These fragmented, tranquil moments, hanging like droplets in his mind, each containing the quiet, peaceful Sophia since she married into their family. In every droplet, she was vivid, her smiles gentle and unassuming. But all these vivid Sophias slowly merged into the harrowing image of her being pushed over the railing by gravity last night.

felt an emptiness, a bewildering void, not knowing which way

the door to a cab and got in. Kent managed to

at him or respond, and just told the cab driver, "To

couldn't help but think of zombies, like in those flicks with the undead stumbling about without a

into

still didn't react to his voice but gave an order, "Gather everyone who was at the site last

"Alright," Kent answered gently.

on, still unperturbed lifeless, "Whoever finds any news about Sophia

at Brandon, whose attractive face

quickly whipped out his phone

present the previous night had already been rounded up

had all been interrogated by the cops that morning

stepped onto the overpass, scanning the crowd with an expressionless

happened last night?" His voice was as hoarse as if it

glances. As the head honcho of the project, Tomas had to bite the bullet and speak up, "Last night, due to the rain, water leaked into the power room, and the main switch for the lighting circuit accidentally got wet, causing a

did the jostling?"

each other; it was pitch dark, no one

another, and with the rain and everyone in the same bulky

swept coldly over the crowd, "So you all don't know each other?" They hesitated, nodding

hands with loads of experience. The thinking was, since we couldn't get the column set, and the previous workers were all skittish and not quite up