Chapter 189: Brandon Came


    On the surface, Tiffany was just exining the facts to J, but in fact, she was deliberately putting


    Emani in her ce. She had worked with Emani before, and she didn’t like her from the very beginning.


    In her eves arrogant. How could she just stand by and watch as Emani bully her co-worker?


    Both Emani and her assistant were stunned speechless.


    So was J She took a deep breath to calm down. She had no idea that Brandon had given her such


    expensive clothes. Emani was so embarrassed that the thickyer of foundation on her face couldn’t


    cover her reddened cheeks. Without saying another word, she turned around to leave. But before she


    could storm off, Tiffany stopped her.


    “Where are you going, honey? I heard that dress’designer ising tonight. I thought you were friends


    with her? How about we go to her and have a chat?” Emani’s heart leaped to her throat. She was just


    bluffing earlier. She couldn’t even borrow a decent dress for the party, so how could she know the


    designer?


    “No, thanks. Something urgent came up.” Emani forced a smile and turned around once more. She had


    to get out of here.


    But before leaving, she stole onest nce at J. Emani hadn’t recognized J at first and had


    thought that she was just a nobody that she could bully. But now, it seemed she had made a mistake.


    Seeing that the onlookers around had already left, Tiffany decided to let Emani go.


    “Okay then. By the way, Emani, a word of advice-take off that basic dress. You’re a celebrity. Don’t you


    think you should dress better than J, a ‘regr employee’ as you said?


    “Okay. Thanks for the advice, Ms. Fisher.” Emani was secretly furious, but she couldn’t deny how


    expensive J’s dress was. Perhaps J wasn’t just the ordinary employee she thought she was. All content ? N/.?vel/Dr/ama.Org.


    Not daring to say anything more, she could only leave, sulking, with her assistant and change her


    clothes in one of the stalls. She gritted her teeth angrily. She hated J for this.


    “What’re you looking for?” Tiffany eyed J questioningly, who seemed to be looking for something.


    “Nothing… Anyway, thank you for your help, Ms. Fisher,” J said gratefully.


    Tiffany shrugged nonchntly and gave her a small smile before leaving. J stayed where she was


    and continued to wait outside the men’s room.


    Ethan had been in the men’s room for a while now. Just as she considered calling him, on the other


    end of the hall, the lights suddenly went out. Only a ringly white spotlight lit up the stage. The


    audience apuded, and everyone turned to focus on the tall man onstage.


    J could tell from the man’s figure that he was Brandon. He was wearing a ck mask and a suit.


    Facing the audience, he gave a simple opening speech.


    “Last but not least, enjoy the night.” As soon as he finished his speech, the lights went out again.


    Brandon descended from the stage and disappeared behind the ck curtain. Intrigued, J wanted


    to know where he went and whether he would stay for the ballter. But there was no way of knowing


    his ns.


    Now that Brandon was gone, she withdrew her gaze from the stage and turned to face the door to the


    men’s room. Ethan still hadn’te out. She paced back and forth outside the bathroom.


    After waiting for a few minutes, she finally got impatient. She anxiously called Ethan, who answered the


    phone after several rings.


    “Ethan, are you okay? Why haven’t youe out yet?”