Branden’s voice caught the attention of the three of them.


    Seeing everyone’s gaze on him, Branden remained calm. After all, he had gone through a lot of crises


    like this. He slowly lifted his head, his gentle gaze falling on Catherine.


    “Are you looking for Mr. X’s safe?”


    Catherine casually nodded. Since she had brought Branden, there was no need to hide it from him. “I


    took on a mission to find this safe.”


    Branden sighed helplessly. His expression carried a faint smile, making it difficult to tell his current


    mood.


    Catherine sat up straight, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow as she stared at Branden beside


    her. That gaze seemed to say, “Spill the truth.”


    If it were anyone else treating Branden with this attitude, they would have been sent straight to hell. But


    Catherine was different. She was the girl who held a special ce in his heart, and he had to indulge


    her.


    “Next time, why don’t you let me know before taking on a mission?” Branden’s tone carried a hint of


    helplessness, making Catherine instantly realize something. She spread her hands, uttering three


    words.


    “Hand it over.”


    Branden looked at Catherine with infinite doting in his eyes, softly saying, “Alright.”


    He was even willing to give her his life if she wanted, not to mention a safe.


    The conversation between Branden and Catherine left Zobber and Withal dumbfounded. “Why do


    these two big shots have to talk in riddles?” they both thought. “We can’t understand a single word you


    said.”


    Zobber was confused. However, having just been scolded by Catherine, she didn’t dare to speak up.


    Withal, on the other hand, couldn’t resist his curiosity and cautiously asked, “Excuse me, but can you


    tell me what we should do next?”


    Catherine turned her head, nced at him, and said softly, “Rest.”


    “Rest?” Withal couldn’t quite grasp what Catherine meant. “But we haven’t found the safe yet, and we


    still don’t know who the other party is. How can we rest?”


    “No need to look for it. Someone will deliver it,” Catherine replied simply, her tone cold but exuding an


    unquestionable dominance.


    Given the current situation, Withal didn’t dare to ask any more questions. He simply nodded obediently.


    Besides, all he had to do was follow Catherine’s orders.


    Once Catherine finished speaking, Branden held her hand and asked, ” Shall we go?”


    Catherine had two things to do there, which were checking on Zobber’s condition and looking for the


    thing she wanted. Zobber was fine, and the thing she wanted would be handed to her personally. She


    had no need to worry. She could go back to sleep peacefully.


    “Let’s go,” Catherine said and stood up.


    Branden casually picked up the coat that Catherine had taken off when she entered the room and


    draped it over her shoulders.


    “Put it on,” he said in a gentle tone that carried an undeniable dominance.


    Catherine reluctantly reached out and put on the jacket. Seeing that she obediently dressed, Branden


    nodded in satisfaction. “I’ll go start the car. You cane downter.”


    “Okay,” Catherine muttered. She knew that Branden was intentionally giving her time to talk to Withal


    and Zobber. After all, it was obvious that Withal and Zobber were dying to gossip.


    As soon as Branden closed the door, Withal couldn’t resist his curiosity and rushed up to Catherine.


    “Catherine, what exactly happened? Please exin it to us.”


    Looking at his gossipy face, Catherine felt a bit helpless.


    Withal was given the nickname Cold- Faced Withalist. It meant that he was not only ruthless and


    decisive but also cold-blooded and indifferent to everything.


    Catherine now wondered whether the person who gave him that nickname was blind, brainless, or


    both.


    Withal, with his gossipy appearance at the moment, could hardly be called Cold -Faced Withalist.


    Gossipy Withalist would be more urate.


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    Turning her head to look at Zobber, Catherine saw that Zobber had an even more gossipy expression


    than Withal’s.


    Catherine sighed in her mind. “How did I end up with these two idiots?” she wondered.


    “Alright, it’s not asplicated as you guys imagine. You don’t need to look for the safe anymore. It


    seems that it was taken by Branden’s men,” Catherine exined simply. Withal instantly understood


    what was going on.


    It was no wonder Catherine had reached out to get something from Branden earlier. It turned out she


    was asking him to give her the safe.


    Zobber was dumbfounded when she heard that the safe was taken by Branden’s men. Her mouth was


    agape.


    “What? Your boyfriend is so powerful? He can snatch it from Withal and me?” Zobber eximed.


    The skeptical look Withal gave Zobber was full of disdain. “Girl, are you praising yourself?”


    Zobber retorted angrily, “Do I have to call you a loser so that you will be happy?”


    Withal was speechless.


    Catherine smiled faintly as she watched the two of them banter.


    “Alright, I’m leaving.”


    After saying those two words, she departed gracefully. Catherine’s departure left Zobber feeling a bit


    disappointed. She instantly slumped onto the sofa, looking dejected.


    “Why did Catherine leave so soon? I didn’t even get a chance to chat with her,” Zobbermented.


    Facing Catherine’s ultimate fangirl, Withal couldn’t help but feel helpless. Just as he was about to


    leave, Zobber called out to him.


    “Wait!”


    Withal turned around, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her. “What’s wrong?”


    Zobber got up and stared at Withal with determination.


    “You still haven’t told me about Catherine’s boyfriend. Where does hee from?” She was dying of


    curiosity. She wanted to know everything rted to Catherine.


    Withal could tell from her expression that she wouldn’t give up until she found out.


    “Stop gossiping, will you? Even Catherine herself might not know where her boyfriendes from, let


    alone me,” Withal replied, thinking that this answer would finally put Zobber at ease.


    But in the end, he realized that he didn’t understand women well enough.


    As soon as he finished speaking, Zobber instantly perked up. The next moment, she pounced on him,


    grabbing his arm. She didn’t at all resemble someone who was injured. Instead, she had a fierce and


    intimidating aura.


    “Oh my god, are they ying this game of not knowing each other’s backgrounds while dating, and


    then they slowly reveal their secrets? How exciting! Catherine is truly something. She has a special


    way of finding a boyfriend!”


    Zobber stared at Withal with a fascinated expression, but it wasn’t directed at him.


    Withal was well aware of this. He pouted, pushing Zobber away with a look of disdain.


    “There must be something wrong with these women,” he murmured in his mind. “They like ying the


    game of not knowing each other’s backgrounds while dating, constantly revealing each other’s secrets.


    Is that considered romantic? Am I getting old, or have I be too vulgar to understand love?”