Chapter 1125 Mr. L


    When J recognized the voice, she pivoted on her heel and cast an icy stare upon Brandon.


    "What brings you here?"


    Brandon''s domineering and unruly demeanor was entuated by his ck shirt and suit, while his


    deep eyes exuded malice.


    J averted her gaze from Brandon''s eyes, knowing all too well that she had been dodging him


    for the past few days, yet he persisted in following her closely.


    "What brings you here during office hours?" Brandon approached them, his eyes falling upon Clyde


    with an unfriendly re.


    "I am here on business. A client requested that I meet him at this cafe," J replied with a frigid


    stare in her eyes. Walking past Brandon, she made her way toward the waiter, intent on borrowing a


    hair dryer.


    "Hold on a moment!" Brandon seized her arm and pulled her back with a scowl. "Have you made a


    mistake here and mistaken him for your client?"


    How was Brandon aware of that? J''s eyes were filled with bewildered expressions as she


    asked, "How did youe to that conclusion?"


    Disregarding her inquiry, Brandon cast a cold nce in Clyde''s direction and demanded, "What are


    you doing here, posing as J''s client?"


    Clyde was left speechless by the question. He ran a hand through his hair and spoke in a soft and


    refined tone, "Mr. Larson, I suggest you investigate the matter thoroughly before questioning me. It


    was simply a misinterpretation." "There is no need to look into anything. I saw everything clearly just


    moments ago," Brandon narrowed his eyes at Clyde. "You had better start telling me the truth..."


    Just as Brandon was about to continue speaking, J cut in abruptly.


    "You really messed up, Brandon. Elizabeth can vouch for me. My error led to the confusion, and this


    gentleman had no part in it." J interjected Brandon firmly and gave him a nk stare.


    When she finished speaking, J was drawn to the bouquet of bright red tulips that Brandon held


    in his arm.


    A slight change flickered across J''s countenance as she pursed her lips, instantly


    comprehending everything.


    "It all makes sense now. That''s why you knew he wasn''t my client!" J retorted with a sneer,


    wrenching herself free from Brandon''s grasp and departing in a huff, leaving behind the


    manuscripts. Elizabeth trailed after J as they headed outside to hail a taxi back to the studio,


    only to be stopped by Brandon, who had followed them out.


    "I have no intention of cooperating with someone as deceitful as you, Mr. L," J sneered as she


    grabbed the taxi door handle. "The meeting is called off! I don''t have anything to say to you. Get


    away from me!"


    It was no surprise she found Mr. L''s voice on the phone familiar. That turned out to be Brandon. She


    found it absurd that Brandon had gone to such lengths to deceive her by posing as Mr. L.


    "I do have a project on which we can coborate. Yet we''re still arguing. Will you agree to my


    proposal if I go straight to you?" Brandon furrowed his brow and tightened his grasp on the handle.


    He extended hisrge hand into the taxi and yanked her out. "Come on. There''s someone I want


    you to meet."


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    J mulled over his proposal momentarily before asking, "Can I trust you, Brandon? You want me


    to get out of the taxi, but who knows where you''ll try to deceive me into going? I won''t fall for it this


    time!" Brandon''s eyes narrowed, darkening with displeasure as he firmed his grip on J.


    A bitter smile yed on Brandon''s lips. How was it possible that J was cordial to everyone


    except him?


    The impasse between the two was abruptly interrupted by an elder woman hobbling out of the


    coffee shop. "Brandon, didn''t you promise to bring me here to see J? Howe I haven''t seen


    her yet?"