The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 610

"Mr. Crawley," as soon as Brandon hit the office doorstep, Kent was there with some documents, flagging him down.

Brandon glanced his way.

"President Poe wants you to speak at the centennial celebration as an outstanding student rep, and he's also itching to have a face-to-face about the science museum design," Kent said.

"Set up a meeting with him at the school in an hour," Brandon replied.

"Huh?" Kent was caught off guard, "You're heading over to the school now?"

"Yep," with a nonchalant response, Brandon was already out the door. He needed to check out the layout inside the campus restaurant, and President Poe was the guy to show him around.

Plus, since he was the one who pitched the cultural gallery idea, it only made sense to give President Poe a heads-up.

Kent hurried after him. "I'll get in touch with President Poe right away."

As they reached the elevator, Brandon stopped him, "No need to tag along. I'm good on my own."

a puzzled look. No

spun on his heel, and called President Poe to arrange the

surprised to hear Brandon wanted to come to the campus in person to talk science museum business,

just the principal himself, but a whole squad of school

couldn't help but frown, but he still popped out of

Although he hadn't been Brandon's teacher back in the day, President Poe definitely knew of the business tycoon who had emerged from West

followed suit, most of them unfamiliar faces since they hadn't taught Brandon back in his school

top-shelf, and a decade later, most of Brandon and

chance to rustle up any old teachers for a trip down memory lane and a chance to

a real student-teacher bond with Brandon meant instead of feeling close and relaxed when facing with other students, everyone was a bit too formal and on edge in face of this

came there by bus. It wasn't about penny-pinching; ever since the world had become a stranger to her, without the rush to

loved taking in the city up close from the bus, enjoying a sense of ease that she hadn't felt in ages. These were the moments when her creative juices flowed

often felt like a weight lifted off her shoulders, except for those

stopped at the station

the bustling mall across from the

just following her instincts until she rounded a corner and President Poe's voice, brimming with cheer, reached her, "Didn't expect you to swing by today on such short notice. Didn't have the chance to inform the principal. He's always kept you in his thoughts; mentioned you a few times to me. Guess