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."

him a puzzled look. No escort needed meant

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

Poe was pretty surprised to hear Brandon wanted to come to the campus in person to talk science museum business, but

with quite the welcoming committee at the school gates. Not just the principal himself, but a whole squad of school bigwigs were there waiting, eyes frequently

couldn't help but frown, but he still popped

spotted Brandon stepping out and quickly approached with a smile. Although he hadn't been Brandon's teacher back in the day, President Poe

of them unfamiliar faces since they hadn't taught Brandon back in

always top-shelf, and a

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

despite the large turnout, the absence of a real student-teacher bond with Brandon meant instead of feeling close and relaxed when facing with other

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

the bus, enjoying a sense of ease that she hadn't felt in ages. These were the moments when her

of her lost memories didn't scare her; it often felt like a weight lifted off her shoulders, except for those fleeting moments of feeling like she'd misplaced something

the bus stopped at the station closest to the school, Sophia

to the bustling mall across from

her surroundings, 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