Chapter 895 How Are You Going To Thank Me...


    Brandon, hands on the steering wheel, remarked, "The news that had been trending online was


    taken down from social media. But about an hour ago, someone suddenly appeared and imed to


    be the designer from W Marks Studio. She published several pieces about you and Draco on social


    media, which rekindled public opinion."


    "What the hell are these journalists thinking these days?!" J couldn''t have been more pissed off.


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    Brandon stated, "They may have been bought off by the woman who dubbed herself the W Marks ''


    designer. These journalists have no professional aplishments or business ethics, in stark


    contrast to the ones I used to deal with. These folks are well-versed in the art of illegitimate coinage.


    It takes more than just threats to shut them up." Softly, Brandon consoled her, "I''ll have someone


    take care of itter. Take it easy now. Tomorrow, everything will be solved and you can go back to


    work without worrying about anything."


    J paused for a second, and then said apologetically, "Sorry I have to bothering you every time I


    find myself in a sticky predicament. You have to do your own things, but I..."


    Before she could continue, Brandon lifted a hand to squeeze her face. Then, with a wry grin on his


    face, he said, "Remember that, and make it up to meter."


    "You..." When J realized what he meant, she melted to the point of blushing. She said, after


    some reflection, "It must have been Dalores who started all thismotion again. God! She has to


    pay for it!"


    Brandon was honest with her. "I have people watching her all day and night. She ran away. Mrs.


    Fuller, however, whom she has previously angered, is also on the lookout for her. Let''s see how


    long she can keep hiding. I bet not for long!"


    J exhaled a breath of relief and remarked, "Well, then, let''s go home."


    They didn''t have to put in too much time or effort since there were still others trying to find Dalores.


    When J opened the door to get out, Brandon grabbed her arm and pulled her back inside.


    "What''s the matter?" J asked in a curious tone.


    "Why did you assist Draco in getting off the car? His previous illness deteriorated his legs?"


    Brandon inquired grumpily.


    J remained silent for a while after hearing hisint. She pretended to be furious by pursing


    her lips. But the sparkle in her eyes was impossible to hide. "That''s aplicated question to pose


    at this time."


    Brandon shot J a quick, sheepish nce from the side. He told her, "Now, don''t misunderstand


    me. I trust you. Frankly, I''m simply nosy."


    J smiled adorably as she looked at this cute guy. She leaned against his chest, her hands on


    the back of his neck, and felt the power of his pulse. She said, "I can assist you with that as well.


    You can hire paparazzi to follow us around and snap secret shots as well. I will look one hundred


    times better. Let''s make our intimate pictures go viral this time! What do you say?"


    As J pressed her body against Brandon''s and continued to softly touch him, Brandon''s rage


    dropped to zero.


    "Honey?" She didn''t understand Brandon''s radio silence. She talked a lot, but he hadn''t responded


    to anything. Was it possible that he was really upset?


    "Can you just say something?" J yed thedy he was holding. Her eyes were sharp and


    unclouded.


    Brandon, lost in his own world of thoughts, looked at her. His eyes traveled from her full forehead to


    the tip of her nose, and then to her luscious lips and her cleavage below her corbone.


    He could not get enough of her. He bent down, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and


    pressed her against the passenger seat.


    "No..." J grabbed Brandon''s fingers to stop the man from unhooking her bra.


    "I''m still fuming!" She was cut off by Brandon. Squinting his eyes, he gave her a menacing stare.


    His somewhat shallow breathing betrayed the intense desire he felt. "Don''t you owe me something?


    It''s about time."


    J gave in atst since she knew there was nothing she could say or do that would change his


    mind. "Come on, stop it! I bet that can wait for us to get home, right?"


    She joked with him some more as she helped him undo his seatbelt. "This treatment is only for you,


    so don''t tell anybody else!"


    He turned over and pressed himself against her. He reached down and unbuttoned her pants,


    saying, "That won''t cut it. I need more!"