Chapter 900 Car Crash


    Dalores had no time to get out of the way.


    The truck rammed into her car, sending it toppling a few meters away.


    The oil tank was punctured in the process, and gasoline steadily flowed out of the vehicle and onto


    the road. In the next second, a loud explosion urred, and the car was aze. Dark smoke


    billowed into the night sky as the pungent smell of burning spread in the air.


    The other cars screeched to a halt, and several burly men in ck suits approached the scene to


    assess the situation. Dalores was stuck inside the car and her head was bleeding. Shey in a


    coma, surrounded by raging mes.


    *****


    The next day.


    Brandon had just finished breakfast and was reading the newspaper on the sofa when he received


    a call from Sean.


    "We found Dalores."


    Before Brandon could respond, the woman in his arms instantly discarded her magazine and sat


    up. "You found her?" J eximed. "Where is she?"


    Because of the paparazzi, J decided not to go to W Marks today and work from home instead.


    Brandon listened for a while what Sean had to say and hung up the phone. He ced it on the table


    and resumed reading his paper.


    "What happened?" J snaked her arm around his and looked up at him with wide, expectant


    eyes.


    "Dalores is dead."


    She let out a gasp. "What? Howe?"


    "It seems that Mrs. Fuller also sent her people to hunt her down. Apparently, Dalores drove on the


    wrong side of the road to escape the chase, and was eventually hit by a truck." Brandon''s tone was


    cold and methodical. He put down his newspaper to lean over and peck her lips. "This is actually a


    good thing for her."


    But J was unsettled. She didn''t expect Dalores to die from an ident, and so suddenly, too.


    As if on cue, the news about the very same ident shed on the TV screen. The crash was so


    bad that it had caused a small explosion on the highway, which, in turn, caused a major traffic jam.


    The camera panned over to the burnt car, where the rescuers were in the process of extracting a


    burnt body. Naturally, the corpse was censored.


    "Don''t watch it." Brandon grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. "Dalores was driving. She got


    herself into this ident. She was reckless and stupid. It has nothing to do with us."


    "I understand what you''re saying." J slowly came back to her senses.


    With Dalores'' death, this matter was finished. At least for now, anyway. Either way, J still had


    much work to do.


    After putting herself back together, J collected her purse. "Since Dalores is dead, there''s no use


    in going forward with thewsuit. I need to go to the studio and tell Tasha to withdraw it."


    "It can wait. Why don''t you take one more day off and we go out and rx? The cherry blossoms


    are in season. Didn''t you always want to see them?" Brandon moved as he spoke, gathering her in


    his arms and pulling her back to the sofa until they were tangled together.


    J looked reluctant to stay. "Mr. Wesley asked me to manage W Marks in his absence. I have to


    take responsibility for my word. I can''t back down just because of some tabloid reporters."


    Brandon knew that he couldn''t change her mind.


    He released her and said in a serious tone, "You can go to the studio, but don''t be too hard on


    yourself. You don''t have to shoulder everything."


    He let out a sigh and added, "Draco is a good man, but he is too softhearted. He has to bear some


    responsibility for what happened as well. If he had dealt with Dalores as soon as possible, if he had


    refused to employ that scum in the first ce, we could have avoided so many tragedies."


    Brandon''s brows were furrowed. He didn''t like it when a man was indecisive, especially when it was


    costing other people.


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    "Well, all right. You can stop talking now. Mr. Wesley has a clear mind and heart. He knew


    everything from the beginning. He''s simply too kind for his own good." J had to admit that


    Draco was indeed too softhearted.


    The thing with Brandon, though, was that he never mixed his emotions with work. He was firm and


    resolute with his every move, which was also why the Larson Group had grown into the empire that


    it was today.


    Regardless, to each his own. Everyone went through different experiences, which yed a part in


    shaping their individual personalities. It wasn''t a bad thing entirely that Draco was kind. They


    couldn''t fault him for that.


    Brandon snorted and rolled his eyes. He nuzzled the crook of her neck and yfully nipped at her


    skin. "Honey, why are you always siding with other people instead of your husband?"


    "I''m not!" J denied vehemently, though her face broke into a wide grin.


    Something else urred to her then. She ran her fingers through Brandon''s soft, rave hair. "There''s


    something I want to ask you. That first photo of me and Draco, was Dalores behind that, too?"