Chapter 969 Stay Away from Her


    Maybe he really was tired, J thought as Brandon took off his coat and went into the bedroom.


    He pulled back the covers andy down on the bed without waiting for her to reply.


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    J didn''t want to disturb him.


    She sighed before tucking him in. Once he had closed his eyes she stood there a moment and


    quietly stared at his harmless-looking face.


    How was it that he looked like apletely different person when he was asleep,pared with


    when he was awake?


    As her fingers gently traced his tall nose in the air, she pondered on this.


    Brandon, who had seemed sound asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into hers. J


    snapped back her hand and said, "I won''t bother you anymore. I''ll go."


    As she got up from the bed to leave, Brandon stopped her and pulled her back. He said, in a sleepy


    drawl, "I''ve had Lydia moved to another hospital in secret, and told her to get a decent rest there.


    Don''t even think about sneaking out to see her while I''m asleep."


    "I won''t." Looking guilty at being caught out, J asked, "Is she really willing to ept the


    compensation?"


    "I spoke to Lydia before I left, and she said she would. Although she can''t clear everything up now,


    she''s signed a written document and has promised she won''t publish anything defamatory about the


    Larson Group. When she recovers, the Larson Group will pay for her to leave the country and keep


    away from any trouble, to ensure her and her baby''s safety."


    Brandon yawned and hugged J, out of habit. He whispered in her ear, "Lydia also said thank


    you for the flowers."


    With this news, J believed Lydia really was getting better.


    She said, in a low voice, "I hope Lydia will think all this through someday."


    Then she turned around andy back in his arms. Leaning against his chest, J asked, "And


    what about all those awfulments online? They were so terrible, I hope something can be done."


    Closing his eyes, Brandon stroked her back, as ifforting a child, "It''s going take a few more


    days to fix that."


    That was what J needed to hear and she was hit with a wave of relief. Then Vivian''s sudden


    appearance at the hospital sprang to mind, so she asked him, "How''s Vivian? Did the doctor say


    anything?"


    Vivian? Brandon didn''t give a shit about Vivian.


    He rolled over and pinned her with his leg. "I didn''t bother asking. Don''t forget what I told you


    before. Stay away from that woman."


    There was nothing simple about Vivian. J had to be careful around her.


    "Uh huh," replied J indifferently. She couldn''t understand Brandon''s open hostility towards


    Vivian. She kind of liked her.


    At her grunted reply, Brandon gently told her, "Vivian is the Turners'' adopted daughter."


    At the mention of the Turners, Charis'' face sprang to J''s mind and a chill ran down her spine.


    Her tone immediately turned serious as she said, "Okay, in that case, I''ll stay away from her from


    now on. I don''t need any more trouble. Don''t worry."


    Atst, J had taken this matter seriously. Brandon fell asleep in relief.


    Maybe it was because she had been so nervous waiting for Brandonst night, exhaustion


    eventually imed her as she closed her eyes and fell asleep in his arms.


    When she woke up again, the sleeping man who had been with her was gone.


    She checked her phone and saw the message Brandon had sent her.


    "I''m at work now. You need to regte your diet. You''ve lost too much weight recently. I don''t like


    hugging you when you''re so skinny; it''s notfortable."


    J smiled to herself.


    ******


    In the Larson Group building, the board were having a heated debate over the bacsh against


    them; the bad feeling against them hadn''t yet blown over. Everybody had a different opinion about it


    and nobody was backing down.


    "All of this has already taken its toll on the Larson Group. Mr. Harding and Miss Turner have gone


    and I think our best days are behind us already." One of the older executives said bluntly, "Mr.


    Larson, you need to get your wife in order. I heard it was Mrs. Larson who insisted on letting Jethro


    and his wife in here..."


    He stopped talking at once, probably because of the freezing cold look Brandon shot him.


    "What happened to Jethro was an ident. I''ve spoken to my wife about it. The Larson Group has


    gone through plenty of ups and downs before all this. I''m sure we can also handle the public


    bacsh this time." With an aura of calmness, Brandon''s tone was sincere.


    To prove one''s ability, violence was never the answer. When it came down to it, Brandon could


    convince anyone and always got his own way.


    "The criminals in the factory have been arrested. They''ll make them rify the rumors." Sean


    coughed.


    "I''m afraid rification isn''t good enough now. There''s too many people who don''t trust us


    anymore." The executives all began arguing again.


    Sean''s phone buzzed. He looked down to see it was the public rtions department. His eyes


    popped open as he answered it. Once he''d finished talking, he put his phone down and looked up at


    the rest of the room with excitement in his eyes. "Good news, everybody. The PR department said


    that the public are rethinking us. They''reing around to a more positive opinion of the Larson


    Group again. Somebody anonymous posted a video on the Inte, telling the truth about Lydia''s


    suicide attempt. Somebody''se to our rescue!"