Chapter 874 The Model From Last Night


    In a high-end restaurant in Northcliffe.


    Brandon and J were seated in VIP room. Its floor-to-ceiling windows allowed them to overlook


    the lush garden outside, but J was not really in the mood to sightsee.


    The atmosphere was tense, and perhaps a little awkward. "Take a look," Brandon said as he


    handed her the menu. "See what you would like to eat."


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    J took the booklet and pretended to read it while closely observing Brandon''s expressions.


    "I asked you to check the menu. Why are you staring at me instead? Do I have the food items


    written on my face?" Brandon seemed like his usual self.


    Convinced that he wasn''t jealous or cranky after all, J finally allowed herself a small sigh of


    relief. She proceeded to peruse the menu for real.


    The restaurant had a wide selection of specialty dishes, and they all looked absolutely scrumptious.


    It was no wonder that the restaurant was known all over the city. J wasn''t particrly hungry


    when they arrived, but the food was so delicious that she managed to eat quite a lot in no time.


    She served some meatballs into Brandon''s te. "This one''s good, try it."


    He nodded and handed her a paper napkin. "You have sauce in the corner of your mouth."


    J ignored the napkin and put her fork down. She looked Brandon in the eye and asked, "Tell me


    the truth. Are you still mad?"


    If this were in the past, he wouldn''t have thought twice about leaning over and wiping her mouth


    himself. Why was he suddenly just giving her a pitiful piece of paper napkin?


    Brandon looked up with a faint smile. "Stop overthinking it. I don''t get jealous over trivial things."


    He knew for a fact that J was not interested in that guy called Derek.


    After hearing the answer she wanted, J allowed herself another relieved sigh. "You just told me


    that you had ns for the afternoon. What will we do? Are we going back to the hotel and hang out


    in my room?"


    "I would certainly like that, but do you think you''re up for it?"


    J froze, and her face immediately turned red.


    His implication was unmistakable, and it waspletely different from what she meant.


    Thankfully, Brandon didn''t tease her any further. He silently ced two tickets for an art exhibition


    on the table.


    J was pleasantly surprised. "You do read my mind! I wanted to go the art exhibition, but you


    didn''te to Northcliffe with me. I thought it''d be boring to go there alone so I gave up on that


    n."


    Brandon just smiled and grabbed his coat. "Are you finished eating? Shall we go? Let me take you


    to the art exhibition, Darling."


    ******


    At an art gallery in Northcliffe.


    The exhibition was a rtively small affair, with only a few photographers and guests wandering


    around.


    J walked arm in arm with Brandon and soaked in all the art around them.


    All of a sudden, she picked up on a familiar voice. J turned in its direction, and was taken aback


    by what she saw.


    The person who had spoken was Kathie, and she wasughing merrily with her friend. Upon closer


    inspection, J found that the woman standing next to Kathie was also familiar. It was the model


    who had egged her on to get drunkst night.


    As she stared at the model''s delicate features, memories of the previous night slowly shed in


    J''s mind.


    It was this woman who had approached her with her peers in tow, chatting J up and showering


    her with praises to lower her guard. Before she knew it, they were coercing her into gulping down


    drink after drink at the party.


    Worse still, was that they had promised to send her back to her hotel, but when J woke up, she


    found herself surrounded by a bunch of hulking men.


    Now, seeing how close the model was to Kathie, J had no doubts that Kathie had been the one


    to set everything up. She had probably wanted to take revenge on J and came up with a n to


    humiliate her.


    J was livid. She was practically trembling with rage, and she almost strode over and confronted


    Kathie if Brandon didn''t stop her.


    "Why are you angry all of a sudden?" He could tell something was wrong. He followed the direction


    of her gaze and asked, "What happened?"


    "It was that short-haired woman who got me drunkst night. The person next to her is called Kathie


    Jimenez. Kathie and I had a little... altercation during the partyst night. I didn''t expect her to take it


    so personally. She even hired people to..." J bit her lips and swallowed her words. She couldn''t


    even bring herself to say these things out loud. "She probably wants to get back at me and destroy


    W Marks Studio while she''s at it."


    "I see. All right, don''t go over there. I''ll take care of this." Brandon didn''t need to hear anything more.


    He didn''t care about anything else. These fools had dared to hurt his wife. Naturally, he needed to


    make them pay the price for it.