Chapter 1059 Disguise


    "I''ll take Brandon out from the back door. Waiting here until they leave is definitely not a good idea."


    J rummaged through the bags she had just packed while speaking. Turning around, she said,


    "Sean, I need you to buy two hats."


    Sean touched the back of his head. He had no idea what J wanted to do but he did as told and


    bought two hats.


    "Here are the hats. More reporters are waiting outside now." Sean''s fingers shook as he closed the


    door. He panted and turned around but Brandon wasn''t in the ward.


    "Damn it!" Nervous, Sean was ready to run outside and look for Brandon.


    A low voice then sounded from behind him. "Sean, where are you going?"


    Sean froze on his spot. Turning around, he found the man by the bathroom door. The tan skin made


    the man''s eyes colder and deeper. Still, he was undeniably good-looking with his chiseled jaw and


    sharp features. He now had an exotic charm.


    "Mr. Larson?" Sean tried to look closely. The man in front of him was Brandon, yet he didn''t


    recognize him.


    Just then, a cheerful voice came from behind Brandon. "What do you think? My makeup skill is not


    bad, right? Who knew the foundation I bought in the wrong shade woulde in handy right now?"


    A frown appeared on Sean''s face. He stared at J who now looked like a young man. A few


    moments passed before he stammered, "Mrs. Larson, why are you dressed like that?"


    J had Brandon''s casual clothes on. They were fitting for Brandon but with J wearing them,


    the clothes looked loose. With her hair tied up, her smooth forehead and delicate eyebrows and


    eyes were exposed. At a nce, she looked like a young college boy.


    "The reporters won''t recognize me this way." J zipped her makeup bag before throwing it into


    the suitcase. "Sean, please take the luggage with youter."


    "Don''t worry, I will handle it," Sean said, passing J the hats. He watched them put on the hats


    and finally burst outughing. "Even I can''t recognize you. I doubt the reporters outside would."


    Brandon lowered his hat and looked at Sean, "You should leaveter. There might be reporters who


    recognize you. Some of them are familiar with the Larson Group."


    Aside from being Brandon''s private assistant, Sean also deal with matters inside thepany.


    Many of Brandon''s photos that paparazzi took secretly had Sean in them.


    Suddenly, something urred to J. "And if Vivian asks about it, just tell her that Brandon was


    discharged."


    "I see. Don''t worry. You can go out now." With the suitcase in hand, Sean waited quietly in the ward.


    The reporters were guarding the backdoor too. They assumed that if Brandon and J were to


    escape, they would likely leave through the backdoor.


    J lowered her voice, mimicking a man, and said, "Excuse me, my boss just recovered from a


    serious illness. If he gets hurt again because you''re blocking the way, there will be consequences!"


    "I don''t know any big shot in Barnes who look like this." These reporters seemed puzzled about who


    he was.


    However, this was an exclusive hospital known for its first-ss practice. Many celebrities trusted


    the institution and so most of them went to the VIP ward here. Getting familiar with every VIP


    patient was impossible.


    The reporters just let the two pass. J walked in front, leading Brandon.


    The ck hat covered half of Brandon''s face. His eyes were fixed on his new bodyguard in front of


    him who was leading the way. A small smile stretched his lips.


    When they reached the car, J took the wheel and drove Brandon home.


    Brandon said nothing on the way. J peeked at him through the rearview mirror, studying him up


    and down.


    "Sir, is there something on your mind? Who angered you?"


    Brandonzily raised his eyes. "You''re quite into this little role-y game, aren''t you?"


    Surprised by his attitude, J averted her eyes, focusing on the road.


    J had a long face when they got home. Brandon pulled her into a hug before she could even


    turn on the light. "I was just kidding. Don''t be mad."


    J frowned. Brandon''s hand slid down between her legs. He stroked her there. Struggling, she


    anxiously said, "Sir, stop. If your wife finds out, she will scold me."


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    Brandon didn''t stop and instead pressed her against the wall. "My wife is sleeping so you better


    keep your voice down, my little bodyguard," he said yfully.