Chapter 771 A Favor


    "Don''t feel too bad. Mr. Wesley is being kind enough to me already," Elizabeth said gently in a bid to


    comfort J. She had packed up her things earlier, and was now holding the cardboard box that


    contained them. "Since it''s time to get off work, anyway, would mind having dinner with me? As a


    way of sending me off, maybe?"


    J was momentarily taken aback. "Don''t say that. You''ll be back once Jorge is caught."


    Elizabeth''s eyes dimmed at the mention of his name. "After dinner, I''ll head straight to the police


    station."


    Judging by the look on the other woman''s face, J could tell that she probably still harbored


    some expectations for Jorge.


    They had much to discuss, yet so little time to do it, especially in the studio. The pair clocked out


    and chose a famous Turkish restaurant in Barnes for dinner. J''s bodyguard tailed them, of


    course. She chose a nearby table and sat quietly.


    Now that they had left the studio and Dalores wasn''t around, J finally let her guard down and


    spoke her mind.


    "Jorge is an absolute asshole. You should be more careful the next time you see him. Whatever


    happens, don''t fall for his tricks again." She simply couldn''t help but admonish Elizabeth. "Men like


    him are good at putting up appearances, but their ruthless nature never changes. A desperately


    ambitious man can do anything for his selfish interests! Seeing that you''ve made your decision to go


    to the authorities, you should prepare yourself for the possibility that he woulde back to take


    revenge on you."


    "Don''t worry, I will never be softhearted toward him again," Elizabeth assured her. "I intend to move


    and live with a rtive for some time. He won''t be able to find me."


    This seemed to appease J. "That''s good, then. If you need any help, just call me at any time. I''ll


    help you in any way I can."


    "Okay." Elizabeth paused and changed the subject. "You know, you''re the most passionate


    colleague I''ve ever had the pleasure to work with," she beamed.


    It was rare for her to smile so brightly. She always appeared aloof and distant to other people.


    "We''re all there to work," J said gently, returning Elizabeth''s smile. "There''s no need to make


    our workce such a mess, like Dalores does."


    Just then, the waiter came to serve the dishes they ordered.


    "This dessert tastes excellent," Elizabeth said as she cut up a piece for J. "I''ve eaten here


    before, and I was not disappointed!"


    After taking a bite, J was amazed by its exquisite taste. She then remembered that Brandon


    enjoyed such sweets in the past.


    The women had been starving when they arrived, so their attention was diverted to the food as


    soon as it wasid out on the table. As such, they failed to notice a man in a ck turtleneck


    sweater sitting in the far corner of the restaurant. He was holding up the menu to cover most of his


    face as he stared at Elizabeth and J.


    It was Jorge.


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    His eyes shed maniacally as he gnashed his teeth together. It was all he could do to keep from


    rushing over and beating Elizabeth up.


    But when he spotted J''s bodyguard sitting just a few tables away, he had no choice but to stay


    put.


    After the meal, J and Elizabeth exchanged farewells and went their separate ways.


    Brandon was already at the vi. He had already taken a shower and made himself some sd.


    When J came in, he had just sat down and was about to start eating.


    "You arrived just in time. Do you want some?" Brandon gestured at his te with his fork.


    As if on cue, J let out a dainty little burp. "No, thanks. I''m too full for tonight."


    But she did pull out the chair next to him and plopped down. Then, she opened the dessert box she


    had brought back and pushed it in front of him with a big smile. "Here, try this. It''s so much more


    delicious than the sd you made. I bought it for you."


    "Who did you have dinner with tonight?" Brandon put down his fork and leaned back against his


    chair. He peered at the delicate piece of pecan pie on the table.


    "A colleague," J answered, scooping up a spoonful of the dessert for him. "Don''t you want to


    eat it? This is your favorite dessert. I brought it back especially for you."


    Brandon raised his eyebrows but made no move to eat it. He figured that she must have a favor to


    ask from him.


    "What do you want?" he asked warily.


    With a frustrated huff, J put the spoon down. "I''d like you to find the person who has been


    selling our designs," she said with some caution. "I already know that it''s Elizabeth''s boyfriend,


    Jorge. But he has fled. I''m pretty sure the police will have a hard time searching for him at this


    point."


    Ah, so it was regarding this matter.


    Brandon felt the overwhelming urge to ease the troubled look on her face.


    In truth, he would readily help J with whatever she needed, no matter how outrageous her


    request was. He was just teasing her a little bit.


    With a self-satisfied smile, he said, "I can even find Charis'' ''ghost''. Looking for a living, breathing


    person should be a walk in the park."