Chapter 875 Drive Kathie Away


    J was visibly upset. She didn''t want to get Brandon involved in her work. "Don''t worry," she said


    reassuringly. "I can handle it myself."


    "What''s your n?" Brandon asked. "Confront her face to face? Do you have any evidence to prove


    it was Kathie who nned everythingst night?" Brandon''s questioning hit the nail on the head.


    J lowered her head and took a slow, deep breath to calm down. "What are you going to do


    then?" she asked.


    Holding her hand gently, Brandon turned back to the painting. "Don''t let someone like Kathie ruin


    our day," he advised. "Let''s enjoy the exhibition for now. It''s interesting."


    J''s spirits were low. "They really did ruin my day, though," she muttered bitterly.


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    Putting his arm around her shoulder, Brandon said, "Someone told Zuri that I came here. She sent


    me a message this morning to say how sorry she felt for you. She also said that she''d handle it


    ordingly. You needn''t worry about it."


    J threw a nce over her shoulder at Kathie, and then nodded obediently.


    Kathie was still talking to the female model beside her. She hadn''t noticed J.


    Kathieughed for a while, before realizing that her volume was inappropriate. Covering her lips,


    she said, "It was lucky you slipped away early and didn''t get caught."


    The short-haired model looked at her sharply. "But the people we hired were all arrested," she said.


    Her eyes darted around nervously.


    Kathie wasn''t worried about the arrests, however. "It''s such a shame though," she replied lightly. "I


    paid them to do things for me, but they failed."


    Her voice took on a whinier tone. "Honestly, you''re useless. Do you know how hard I had to work to


    buy time for you? And in the end, you messed up anyway."


    The model was appalled. "How could you me us?" she asked. "You should have done a more


    thorough investigation of who she was before you took action."


    The model lowered her voice. "That woman is Brandon Larson''s wife!" she hissed. "The White


    family''s daughter! We never should have offended her. Brandon would never let us get away with


    it." The short-haired model and herpanions had all been frightened when J''s identity had


    been revealed yesterday.


    Fortunately, they had left immediately after surrendering J to the burly men. If they''d lingered a


    moment longer, they would have been caught and beaten mercilessly by Brandon''s bodyguards.


    Just the thought of it made the model touch her face in fear.


    Kathie was shocked too. It had never urred to her that J might be the daughter of the White


    family, let alone the wife of Brandon!


    Brandon Larson was a legend!


    Kathie''s instinct had been to dismiss J as just another poor designer; neither from a noble


    family, nor worthy of a noble man. As such, she hadn''t thought to have J investigated.


    "Never mind," said Kathie. "It''s all over now. J won''t ever know it was us. I guess she entered


    the fashion world just for fun. She''s the daughter of a rich family and the wife of a rich man, so I


    doubt she''ll be looking into it too much or even suspecting a setup." Kathie reasoned away her fear.


    Thanks to Kathie''s exnation, the female model was no longer panicking. They continued to watch


    the art exhibition. All of a sudden, a man walked purposefully towards them, followed by a dozen


    bodyguards.


    "Excuse me, ma''am," the man said. "You are no longer wee at this exhibition. Please leave."


    The man then instructed the nearest bodyguard to escort Kathie and the female model out of the


    building.


    Kathie immediately took offense. Her face flushed a violent crimson and she began arguing with the


    man. "What are you doing?!" she screeched. "We have tickets!"


    "Miss Jimenez," the man replied calmly, "you and your friend have been cklisted. The two of you


    are not allowed to attend any more shows or exhibitions."


    Kathie''s eyes widened in shock.


    She nced at the female model standing next to her, and they both asked the same question at


    the same time. "Why? We didn''t do anything!"


    The man in charge smiled patiently. "You know what you did," he said. "We''ve just received an order


    to have you escorted out. Oh, and a final piece of advice: do not think that bad deeds go


    unpunished. The mills of God grind slowly, but surely."


    At that, the bodyguards ruthlessly ushered Kathie and the female model out of the venue.


    Being chased out of the exhibition left Kathie feeling humiliated. She had almost been pushed to the


    ground.


    Looking back at the door closing behind her, Kathie caught sight of J waving goodbye from


    inside. A sh of angerpelled Kathie to rush back in, but the door closed too quickly.


    "Shit!" she spat. "It''s J." Kathie banged on the door, releasing some of her shock and anger. "It


    appears as though Brandon was already aware of the situation," she said finally.


    The short-haired female model stood next to her, gnashing her teeth angrily. "What are we


    supposed to do now?" she cried. "We''ve both been cklisted!"