Chapter 945 He''s Brandon


    Jethro was oblivious to what was happening around him.


    He buried his face in a pile of cash and took a deep breath. It looked as if he was high on drugs.


    The security guards stepped forward and pinned Jethro to the floor.


    He was suddenly brought back to reality. He tried his best to break free, but it was useless. He


    screamed in pain as he fell to the ground.


    J helped Brandon as they walked back to the hall of the Larson Group.


    Brandon pinched her cheek and said, "Raise your head."


    J bit her lip and lifted her jaw, enduring the searing pain. She couldn''t see how serious the


    wound was, but it didn''t feel as painful as it did before.


    Brandon examined the wound on her neck carefully and said, "It''s not that deep. Good thing it''s not


    bleeding anymore. I''ll ask Frank to get something for you to help the scar fade faster."


    J wasn''t paying attention to what he said. Instead, she was thinking about whether Brandon


    would get angry or not.


    After all, she was the one who let Jethro in without his permission.


    "I''m sorry. I''ll make sure that this never happens again." She looked down in dismay. Although she


    felt guilty, she knew that there was no point in saying sorry.


    Brandon gazed at her coldly, as if saying, "You better not let this happen again."


    Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment when she realized her words didn''te out right. She


    waved her hand and said, "I promise it won''t happen again. Don''t worry."


    Brandon let out an exasperated sigh. Just as he was about to lecture her, he was shoved back by


    Este. "J! Are you okay? How bad is the wound? The receptionist rushed me to the infirmary


    to take care of my wound. Because of that, I missed the exciting part! They caught Jethro, right?"


    Este asked curiously. She then noticed the wound on J''s neck.


    But before J could exin, Este hugged her tightly and cursed, "That ugly bastard! How dare


    he hurt you?!"


    "Don''t worry, it''s a small wound. It doesn''t even hurt anymore." J smiled to reassure her.


    "Really?" Once Este was sure that J wasn''t in pain, she let out a sigh of relief and said, "But


    where is Brandon? The receptionist told me that they called him. Wasn''t he there?"


    J coughed and pointed to Brandon, who was awkwardly standing behind Este. "He''s the guy


    you pushed just now."


    Este stiffly turned her head. She looked back and saw a man stood against the light who wore a


    suit and leather shoes. He looked strikingly handsome even though he had mature features.


    He was... Brandon Larson?!


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    Este racked her brain as she tried to find a fancy word to describe Brandon. Finally, she gave up


    and couldn''t find the right word to describe him. The only word that came to her head was


    "breathtaking".


    "Hello, Mr. Larson." Este''s eyes widened and her mouth fell agape.


    Compared to Brandon, who was calm and indifferent, she was giddy with excitement. She then


    turned around and gave J a thumbs-up.


    "Well, with a handsome man like Brandon, I''m sure my next novel will be a huge sess! I mean,


    he looks like a model!"


    "A novel?" Brandon tilted his head in confusion. He then looked at J and asked, "Can you


    exin to me what''s going on?"


    It was then that J remembered. She promised Este an interview but had forgotten the most


    important thing: to ask Brandon if he could y the role!


    She hurriedly walked towards Brandon with a big smile on her face. Just as she was about to


    exin to him what was going on, a piercing cry rang out in the hall...