"Are you sure you aren't misjudging this?" Colin asked, his eyes wide. "I just feel like... you're giving Lillian way too much credit."
"I don't know," Brandon murmured. "Maybe it's just my imagination, or maybe someone really is pulling the strings for her.
I know she doesn't have what it takes, but if the person backing her is powerful enough, anything is possible."
"That's taking it a bit too far, isn't it?
She definitely inherited Mom's stunning looks, but that beauty depreciated a long time ago.
Marriage, kids, prison, illness... with all those massive red flags attached to her name, who would even want her?
And aside from her face, she has absolutely nothing else to offer.
Historically, heiresses who get exiled from high society just watch their lives circle the drain. None of them ever bounce back and do better."
"I want to give her a call," Brandon said abruptly. "I should explain what happened yesterday while I'm at it."
Colin blinked in shock. Explain?
"How do you even explain that to her?"
"Blame it on the other departments. Tell her we've been completely swamped with the stock resumption and didn't have the time to micromanage those issues."
Colin thought about it for a second and realized it wasn't a terrible excuse.
"That makes sense. It's a solid angle."
Brandon crushed his cigarette out in the ashtray and immediately dialed Lillian's number.
He made sure to use a brand-new SIM card, one she hadn't blocked yet.
Lillian had been incredibly busy the past couple of days and didn't check the caller ID closely before answering.
Then she heard Brandon's voice.
Her brows furrowed in instant annoyance. "We have absolutely nothing to talk about."
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