Chapter 953 Borrow Sean


    Hearing this, Brandon stared at J and smiled. "Tell Este she could borrow Sean and I have no


    objection. What I admire the most about Sean is his discretion. He is good at keeping secrets."


    With raised eyebrows, J replied, "I''m curious to know why you''re always so ruthless to Sean."


    "All I can say is that Sean is a good actor. He has deceived you." Brandon didn''t say anything


    further. Sean was his confidant, and he was sure Sean wouldn''t expose any of his or the Larson


    Group''s secrets, even if he was tortured for the information.


    Able to tell that Brandon didn''t want to talk about it anymore, J stopped her questioning. Sean


    must have been a capable man, since he had been able to work for Brandon as his assistant for so


    many years. A meaningful smile spread across J''s face. "Sean would never sumb to torture


    and reveal your secret, but it''s hard to know if he would tell Este."


    With a perplexed expression, Brandon asked, "What do you mean?"


    He felt that Este had misled J.


    "It''s a secret. You''ll find outter." A cryptic smile appeared across J''s face.


    Brandon bit her shoulder. "Okay, I''ll wait and see."


    Letting go of J, he picked up the coat on the sofa. "It''s gettingte. Let''s go. What do you want


    to have for dinner?"


    "Didn''t you just have a video conference? Is it over already?" She couldn''t hide her grin as she


    spoke.


    "Nothing else matters. I just want to spend time with you." Brandon squeezed her hand, and they


    went downstairs together.


    After the chaos of the afternoon, J requested some time away from the studio. They would


    normally be working overtime now, and hadn''t been home together for a while.


    The sun set was particrly beautiful this evening. Thest bit of afterglow had just dissipated into


    the night sky. The couple drove into the vi district. Before they reached their gate, J


    suggested they walk the rest of the way home.


    She stumbled as she stepped out of the car.


    "Is your leg injured?" Brandon became worried and helped her take off her high heels.


    "No, the heel broke off. I noticed it when I was in your office. I thought it would hold on until we


    made it home." It was a shame, for this pair of shoes cost her a half a month''s sry.


    They both sighed, Brandon because he was worried she would get hurt, and J because of her


    broken shoe.


    "Come on, let me carry you."


    Being held on his back, J could feel Brandon''s broad shoulders. It gave her a real sense of


    security. She had never felt so rxed before. "Honey, can we just keep walking like this?"


    "No, we''ll be home soon." And with that, Brandon broke the spell of romance.


    Since their attention waspletely focused on each other, they didn''t notice the woman standing


    in the corner, a resentful scowl on her face.


    Seeing J safe and sound, Vivian dragged her finger along the white wall, leaving a long mark.


    She clenched her teeth.


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    Why was J always so lucky?


    Earlier that day, before all the chaos, Vivian had stumbled across the manufacturer and his wife


    protesting in front of the Larson Group building.


    What kind of man would let his pregnant wife suffer like that? Vivian knew for certain that this man


    was a thug.


    She patted Jethro''s shoulder sympathetically. "Do you want to get inside and see Brandon? I might


    be able to help you."


    Jethro looked at Vivian, impatient. He had just seen here out of the Larson Group building and


    thought she was an employee there.


    Believing she was one of them, he spat at her. "Bah! You''re a Larson Groupckey. Get away from


    me!"