Chapter 560

"He's not home, what happened?"

Mr. Evert was somewhat baffled by Brandon's behavior, unsure what was going down between the two.

"Where did he go?"

Brandon looked at him, "I need to see him."

"He doesn't live here," Mr. Evert said. "He bought another place, and typically just swings by on weekends."

"Did he come back this weekend?" Brandon asked.

Mr. Evert shook his head: "He doesn't come back every weekend. His mother is pressuring him to get married, so sometimes he just doesn't bother returning home..."

"Where does he live?" Brandon cut him off.

Mr. Evert, seeing Brandon's tight face, started to worry if Ivan had stirred up some trouble, and couldn't help but nervously ask, "What do you need him for?"

"I'm looking for someone," Brandon replied directly and plainly. "Don't worry, I'm not here to cause him trouble."

Mr. Evert had worked with Brandon for many years and they had a good relationship. Trusting Brandon's character and temperament, Mr. Evert promptly gave Brandon Ivan's address, assured by Brandon's clarification that he wasn't looking for trouble.

"Could you give me the key to his place?"

Brandon said, not believing he'd get any response by knocking on Ivan's door.

taken aback at first, looking somewhat troubled, "That

"Ivan is very privacy-conscious. We usually knock before

on barging in," Brandon didn't push him, "If Mr. Evert is worried, you can come with

then nodded:

Evert's villa, nor from Starlight Group, lying in

Mr. Evert arrived at Ivan's, the door

for ages with

to say if he's just dodging or got

to waste. After futilely ringing the doorbell repeatedly, he turned to Mr. Evert: "Mr.

calling Ivan a few times first, but to no avail; the calls were

Evert, his expression serious yet calm, "None of his

nerve, and Mr. Evert didn't delay any longer. He quickly took out the key and unlocked the door. As soon as the lock clicked open, Brandon pushed the door forcefully and barged

"Hey, Mr. Crawley..."

me, Mr. Evert," he flung open the nearest bedroom door, then the next, and the next... until he reached the main bedroom. His actions were uninterrupted. With each door opened,

opened every door within the apartment. His eyes darting around like a

anxiously asking, "What exactly are you looking

too preoccupied to respond. From the first door to the

maybe Ivan had hidden Sophia

fond of Sophia, Ivan had the reason to keep

temptation for someone born with

all point to him stashing

Ivan's residence,

But there was nothing.

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