The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Chapter 618

"Um..." Sophia hesitated a bit, not really believing that there was even a chance her design draft would make it through.

Brandon's attitude on the other end was so flaky; it seemed like whether he'd review the draft or even pay any attention depended on his mood.

Sophia wasn't exactly thrilled with this way of collaborating. It not only felt like the other party lacked commitment but also reeked of a kind of high-and-mighty arrogance. In Sophia's eyes, this was an imbalanced partnership, and she wasn't a fan of such inequality.

Perhaps it was confidence in her own work that led Sophia to think that it all came down to a matter of taste. Finding someone who appreciated her work was her good fortune; if not, it just meant the stars hadn't aligned, and she wasn't about to force it.

But today was the school's centennial, a day for celebration, and Sophia was worried about being a buzzkill if she spoke her mind to President Poe. So, after pondering a moment, she diplomatically replied, "I'll take a look, and if I find the time, I'll swing by. No need to wait up for me, go ahead with your business."

"Alright, alright." President Poe, elated by Sophia's tentative agreement, said, "Then drop by whenever you can, and give me a ring when you do. No worries if it's not convenient; don't feel pressured."

"Sure, thank you, President Poe."

Sophia hung up, feeling grateful. President Poe's esteem and leniency left her with a twinge of guilt under her gratitude.

After mulling it over for a while, she decided to make a trip to the school after all, to personally thank President Poe and also say her goodbyes.

the call with Sophia, he casually rang up Kent to check on Brandon's exact arrival

Brandon was still a no-show, and

and said, "No trouble at all, President Poe. Mr. Crawley prefers to keep it

Poe replied,

fine, really. President Poe, rest assured, Mr. Crawley will be

hung up and was about to try calling Brandon again when his phone rang - an

into the country," the cautious voice came

expression tightened, "When did this happen? Where is he

whispered, "Since he changed his flight en route to a domestic one, we've lost track of his movements

Keep me posted." Kent nodded, "Keep an eye

other said,

try contacting Brandon again, the office was already abuzz with restrained and respectful greetings for "Mr. Crawley". Kent instinctively looked up toward the door

called out

Kent, Brandon headed straight for his office, asking

following him into the office, "President Poe just called, asking when you'd arrive and said someone would be

that," Brandon said, pulling out his office chair but not sitting down. Instead, he glanced at the mountain of files on his desk, and after a pause, silently pushed them