Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 1083 Brandon's Panic

As the man listened to her words and admitted his mistake, Sydney's heart softened.

She waved her hand and said, "It's alright as long as you won't do it again. But why did you suddenly do that just now?"

"Because I'm so happy," Julien said with a smile.

"Happy?" Sydney looked sideways at him and asked, "What are you happy about?"

"Your promise." Julien's lips curled further. "You said that as long as I won't betray you, you won't leave me no matter what difficulties we face. Since I'll never fail you in my life, that's considered a lifetime commitment, and it makes me happy."

He chested out proudly.

Sydney could imagine that he was wagging it if he had a tail.

'Does that make him so happy?'

Sydney shook her head and chuckled. "Even so, you shouldn't have suddenly stopped the car. It was dangerous."

"Don't worry. I promise I'll only hold and kiss you in safe places."

Sydney blushed and grunted, "Bah! That's not what I mean. I just want you to be careful on the road."

"Okay." Julien nodded perfunctorily.

Of course, he would be careful.

But he still needed to hug and kiss her.

This kind of opportunity needed to be earned.

He couldn't hope for her to take the initiative, could he?

Seeing his perfunctory response, Sydney knew what he was thinking. She found it both funny and annoying.

But she decided to let him be.

After all, even if she argued with him, he would not listen.

They chatted and laughed along the way to the police station.

Brandon and Dallin, however, were in trouble.

Julien's revenge had finally come.

Brandon was the first to bear the brunt.

At that moment, he came out of the conference room with the investigators.

Then, both sides stopped at the door.

Brandon shook hands with the leader of the investigation team, and a friendly smile appeared on his sickly face. "Mr. Sharp, thank you for your hard work."

"It's our job," Mr. Sharp responded with a smile. "I should thank you, Mr. Madden, for your cooperation in the past few days despite your illness. We're sorry for the disturbance."

"No worries," Brandon politely replied. "I'm the chairman of this company, and it's my obligation to show you around and introduce you to everything here. This is also my responsibility to Trison Corporation. Furthermore, the investigation will end tomorrow, and after that, I can focus on recovering."

"Alright. This is all for today, and we're going back to the hotel. Take a good rest, Mr. Madden."

Mr. Sharp withdrew his hand and said, "We'll see ourselves out."

"Please, let me escort you downstairs." Brandon made an inviting gesture.

Mr. Sharp nodded and started to walk off.

Brandon followed behind him.

And the subordinates trailed behind them.

They slowly headed to the elevator.

Just as they reached outside the elevator, they heard voices coming from inside.

One person exclaimed, "What did you say? Our chairman concealed the collapse of the mine?"

"No," another voice chimed in, interrupting. "He concealed the number of casualties. You see, the mine collapse was a major incident that couldn't be hidden. I've heard from others that years ago, our company's quarry had already met the closure requirements and should have been shut down. However, our chairman ignored regulations and continued illegal mining. The excessive mining caused the formation of unstable mountains, which eventually collapsed during heavy rain, resulting in significant casualties."

"Jesus, is it true?"

"Of course, it's true. Do you think I would joke about something like this?" Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Outside the elevator, Brandon couldn't bear to listen any longer. He clenched his fists and was about to stop their conversation.

But as soon as he moved, his arm was grabbed by someone.

It was Mr. Sharp.

Mr. Sharp squinted at Brandon. Although he was smiling, his eyes showed a hint of coldness and scrutiny. "Mr. Madden, what are you trying to do?"

Facing Mr. Sharp's questioning, Brandon started sweating in panic, and his heart was pounding so fast that it caused him pain.

Even some of the subordinates behind him were uneasy. They lowered their heads and pretended that they hadn't seen anything.

Brandon didn't notice their behavior. Under Mr. Sharp's gaze, he didn't dare to look around.

He could only force a smile and reply with feigned composure, "Two of my employees are talking nonsense, and I'm going to stop them. You..."

He looked down at Mr. Sharp's hand that was gripping him.

The meaning was clear. He hoped Mr. Sharp would let go of him.

But Mr. Sharp pretended not to take the hint. He continued holding onto Brandon's arm and maintained his smile. "What's the rush? Whether they are speaking nonsense or not, we'll find out."

After staying in Port City for so long, he hadn't found anything useful here but some minor mistakes permitted by the country.

Although he was an official, he was also an ordinary person.

Ordinary people loved money, and he was no exception. He wanted to uncover some problematic companies and gain some benefits, while also making his political achievements look better.

But Trison Corporation was too clean, and he couldn't find anything. Being unable to add anything to his political achievements made him upset.

Now that he finally heard about a possible mistake concerning Trison Corporation, he naturally would not allow anyone to ruin it.

He would not let anyone stand in the way.

Although Brandon didn't know what Mr. Sharp was thinking, he could roughly guess the latter's intentions from the increasingly cold gaze.

Brandon was not allowed to stop the two people from talking.

For a moment, Brandon was both anxious and resentful.

He was anxious because the elevator hadn't arrived. If it did, those two people would stop talking.

He was resentful because the two were revealing a secret.

And they did it at the wrong time.

What was wrong with them?

Moreover, Mr. Sharp had started to take notice of it. If this continued, he would be in trouble.

After all, they were speaking the truth. If Mr. Sharp decided to dig deeper, he would be doomed.

The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. His face turned even paler, almost livid. It seemed like he could collapse at any moment.

In fact, he wished that he would pass out.

Perhaps, when the two people in the elevator heard the noise, they would stop talking.

And he might be able to escape a disaster.