Chapter 1259 Mockery
Clyde was just about to get in the car when a ck Maybach stopped behind him all of a sudden,
effectively blocking his way.
Frowning, he asked, "What''s your deal? Can''t you see I will have to reverse the carter? How will I
move my car if you''re there?"
Even in the car, Brandon could hear the resentment oozing from Clyde''s voice. He slowly rolled
down the window, shing an evil smile.
"Hello, Mr. Lambert."
At the sight of Brandon, Clyde''s coffee-stained face suddenly stiffened. "Mr... Mr. Larson?"
He didn''t expect to meet Brandon right now. Especially not during his most awkward situation!
Brandon was thest person he wanted to meet at this time!
Brandon studied Clyde from head to toe before asking with a teasing smile. "What happened to you,
Mr. Lambert? Did someone throw coffee in your face ?"
A grim expression settled on Clyde''s face. Nevertheless, he put on a fake smile. "It''s none of your
business, Mr. Larson. Please drive the car away the soonest you can. I need space to back up."
Either Brandon didn''t understand the meaning of his words or he was purposely ignoring them,
because he asked in a friendly manner, "This spot is very close to J''s studio. Do you perhaps
want to visit J''s studio, Mr. Lambert? Let me drive you there."
Brandon''s offer made Clyde''s expression darker. Between gritted teeth, he said, "No thanks. I just
came out from there. I heard that you helped prepare Miss White''s studio. Mr. Larson, the
decoration team you hired is not good at it. The power suddenly turned off."
Raising his eyebrows, Brandon smiled. "Really? Oh, how unfortunate!"
Clyde had already opened his mouth toin some more, but Brandon had enough fun for the
day. He didn''t want to talk to him anymore, so he waved his hand at Sean. "Let''s go," he said.
A "whoosh" cut the air as the Maybach drove away. The exhaust sprayed on Clyde''s face. If a car
could be arrogant, it was definitely like this.
"Brandon Larson! How dare you!"
Clyde''s roar echoed in the street.
Soon, Sean was parking by the studio.
With sunflowers in his hand, Brandon got out of the car. A brightly lit space weed him as soon
as he entered. No trace of the power failure was seen.
Almost immediately, J sensed Brandon''s presence and saw him walking towards her with a
bouquet of flowers in his arms. She smiled and pounced on Brandon.
"You are here!"
"Congrattions on opening your studio! I wish you be the best designer in the world."
Brandon held the flowers up and presented them to J with sincerity.
"Thank you, honey!" J took the flowers before giving him a big kiss on his cheek.
Thinking of how embarrassed Clyde was, leaving with flowers in his arms, Brandon feigned
ignorance and asked, "Did anyone else send you some flowers today?"
J''s face immediately turned sour at the mention of this. "Flowers from you are the only ones I
epted," she announced angrily.
Just then, Lexi came with a tray of coffee and desserts. "Mr. Larson, please have some coffee."
With Clyde''s coffee-stained face in mind, Brandon couldn''t help teasing, "Will the coffee be
sshed on my face?"
J finally realized that Brandon saw Clyde beforeing here. It was easy for him to guess what
had happened.
She handed the flowers to Lexi and asked Lexi to put them on the table. Then she pulled Brandon
and began to recount the previous events.
"Well. You have no idea how hateful Clyde is. Not only did he scare away my clients, but he also
shamelessly judged my work. He''s despicable!"
Brandon listened with great interest. When he found out it was Lexi who drove Clyde away, he
immediately praised, "Lexi did a great job. You should raise her sry."
Hearing this, J couldn''t help but sigh. "I don''t have money to raise Lexi''s sry. The reporters
had sabotaged my onlymission."Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.