Chapter 860 A First Time For Everything


    Brandon''s image on the screen had suddenly stopped moving.


    J had assumed that a bad connection from the hotel''s inte was the culprit.


    "Why is the inte so slow? I thought this was supposed to be a five-star hotel." She grumbled as


    she shook her phone, trying to get a better connection. That was when she saw Brandon''s ears


    getting red.


    "Brandon! You perv. You didn''t even listen to me when I was talking about something serious and


    now that I''m taking a bath you''re suddenly interested?" J shrank back in the bathtub, looking at


    Brandon with using eyes.


    Brandon cleared his throat with a cough, but his eyes never strayed from her. "We''ve never tried


    this kind of video call before. It could be fun, don''t you think?"


    He couldn''t help himself. This was the first time Brandon had seen J in such a seductive


    position.


    His next words took on a bolder tinge. "Stand up and let me see," he ordered, his voiceing out


    in a low and smooth rumble.


    J''s skin heated up from embarrassment and heat. She hesitated for a moment, and then braced


    her hand on the edge of the porcin bathtub, slowly rising from the water that hid her from his


    view.


    Brandon''s breath hitched. A little more and he would see all of her.


    Just then, the door was pushed open.


    "Boss! I have the materials you want."


    The sudden intrusion broke the spell, leaving J bbergasted. She immediately ducked back


    into the bathtub.


    Brandon turned off his phone in one quick motion, and then nonchntly leafed through the file in


    his hands as if his employee hadn''t interrupted anything.


    Sean heard a loud noise.


    "What was that sound? Did something fall?" Sean cocked his head to the side as he ced the


    documents on Brandon''s desk. He looked around but found nothing. There was only Brandon sitting


    casually on his chair. At first nce, nothing seemed amiss. But Brandon''s eyes betrayed him, still


    bearing traces of panic.


    Sean raised his eyebrows. It was uncharacteristic of Brandon to be so nervous.


    But Sean wisely decided to refrain from asking. Without another word, he turned to leave. Just as


    he was about to step out of the room, Frank''s words crossed his mind. He faced Brandon again and


    said, "Mr. Watson asked me to deliver a message. He told you not to worry. He''d do everything he


    could to find that pharmacist. Watch your health. If you feel like there''s something wrong—"


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    But before Sean could finish, Brandon cut him off.


    "What are you talking about?" His eyes were cold as he spoke, tantly motioning towards the


    phone with his head.


    He didn''t want J to know that he was looking for the pharmacist. He knew she would worry.


    It took a few seconds for Sean to recognize what Brandon was doing. He closed his mouth and


    nodded, and then left the office.


    Once he was out the door, Brandon unlocked his phone and continued his call with J.


    She was still in the bathtub, with only half her face visible. "Did Sean leave?"


    "He''s gone." A few seconds of silencepsed with Brandon looking at the still-blushing J, and


    then the two burst intoughter at the unexpected turn of events.


    The heat of the moment was gone. There was only a calm, easy feeling between them.


    J remembered Sean''s words. "Who is the pharmacist Sean was talking about?" she asked


    curiously.


    "It''s about work. The Larson Group will be partnering with an overseas pharmaceuticalpany in


    a few days," Brandon exined briefly and calmly.


    J knew Brandon well enough to know that he didn''t want to talk about it anymore, so she didn''t


    press. A yawn came from her. It waste, and the warm water was starting to make her feel sleepy.


    Brandon''s eyes turned soft as he looked at her fighting off her drowsiness. "Go to bed. You''re tired,"


    he said. Seeing that her hair was still wet, he reminded her, "Don''t forget to dry your hair before you


    sleep."


    J rubbed her eyes. "Okay. Don''t forget to eat. And don''t be mad at me anymore."


    With their final good nights, J hung up. A slow, unconscious smile crept on Brandon''s lips, and


    he shook his head fondly. He turned around and opened the takeout boxes on the table, and then


    picked up the documents Sean had brought. He ate as he read through them.


    The files contained info that Sean had collected after investigating the pharmacist. It turned out that


    he had many aliases, using one for a short time before disappearing and changing into another one.


    No distinguishable pattern came out from the list of victims. The scope was too wide to be narrowed


    down. Some were rich while others were unknown. It was impossible to decipher his tendencies,


    almost as if he was randomly picking anyone to be the test subject for his medicine.


    Brandon wondered if it was truly a coincidence that this man sold medicine to Charis.


    The deeper the probe went, the moreplicated things appeared to be.


    ******


    The next day, in Northcliffe.


    Warm sunlight streamed into the room. J furrowed her brows, turning over and covering her


    head with the quilt. She didn''t want to get up yet, but her ns of going back to sleep were


    sabotaged by the sound of the doorbell.


    With a groan, she got up, and then went to open the door. Her bleary, sleep-filled eyes widened at


    the sight of a luxurious breakfast and a huge bouquet of roses.


    "Ma''am, a gentleman asked us to bring these to you." The waiter pushed the cart into the room and


    ced the food and flowers on the table before leaving.