Chapter 135

Chapter on her marriage, and that was something worth celebrating.

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Meanwhile, Brandon had already returned to the Watson Group's headquarters.

He ordered Eugene the day before to clear his calendar. So when Eugene spotted him walking in,he was genuinely taken aback.

"Mr. Watson, what brings you back?" Eugene asked,eyeing him with barely concealed worry.

"You don't look so good. Should I call a doctor?"

Brandon brushed him off with a dismissive wave.

"No need. Go ahead and get ready. We'll go on with those meetings."

Eugene opened his mouth, hesitating, almost asking about the divorce, but Brandon's expression left no room for questions.

"Understood," Eugene said at once, moving quickly to carry out the order.

Brandon endured back-to-back meetings all morning,a storm cloud shadowing his every move.

No one dared cross him.

After each session, the employees would scatter,their voices dropping to urgent whispers behind closed doors.

"Did you see Mr. Watson today? The secretary's office said he'd canceled all his schedules and taken the day off-so why is he back here, looking like that?"

"Yeah, I noticed. Typically, Mr. Watson is very particular about his appearance. He's never shown up unshaven before. And did you see the wrinkles in his shirt? Something must have happened. He looks exhausted."

"Maybe he had another fight with Vivian?"

"Who can say? All I know is, when Mrs. Watson was still around, he was never this out of sorts."

"That's right..."

"Cut the damn nonsense!" Eugene shut down their whispering with a warning glance. "Don't start rumors about Mr. Watson, unless you want to lose your jobs."

The crowd fell silent, muttering apologies before slipping away.

Out of sight, Brandon pressed his lips together, a faint line of tension crossing his face.

He lingered in the shadows for a moment longer, and then turned away, his footsteps echoing quietly down the hall.

The morning had been relentless.

Brandon, running on fumes after a sleepless night,felt fatigue clawing at him.

He slumped back into his leather chair, hoping for a brief reprieve. Just then, the office door swung open,breaking the quiet. Footsteps approached, brisk and deliberate.

"Brandon," a familiar voice called out.

He blinked awake to find Vivian standing in front of him, her lips curled into a bright, almost triumphant smile.

"Let's go get married," Vivian announced, her tone light but unmistakably bold.