Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 1072

"Now I am curious. Who forced your hand into make such a big move?" Garrett frowned. He wanted to know who would be bold enough to go against Brandon like this.

"You'll find out soon enough," Brandon said with a secretive smile. "Sean, kindly take Mr. Harding to the VIP room to get some rest."

"Of course. If you could please follow me, Mr. Harding." Sean gestured with his arm and led the way.

"I'm more familiar with the layout of this building than my own home, Sean. Go and get back to whatever you were doing." Once Sean had left, Garrett sidled up next to Brandon and continued to pester him. "Who the hell is it, huh? Come on, tell me. Maybe I can help you sort it out."

The more Brandon refused to tell him, the more he wanted to know.

"No. The fewer people know about it, the better. Don't get so worked up. I didn't tell Sean, either. You'll have your answer at the press conference." Brandon tucked his hands into his pockets and sauntered into the hall with an obstinate look in his face.

The first floor of the Larson Group was practically a wide, spacious lobby. It was the perfect venue for the press conference, an event that was designed to rival any grand dinner banquet of the upper class. The wide hall was already filled with people long before the conference was set to start.

As soon as Garrett joined the crowd, he instantly sensed something unusual. He looked around him

and found that almost everyone present came from a powerful and influential background. Moreover, Brandon, who was usually discreet and aloof, seemed uncharacteristically flamboyant today.

"What are you staring at?" Brandon asked, noticing the shift in Garrett's expression.

"I was just wondering why Janet isn't here yet. Haven't you two been joined at the hip lately? You always show up together. Laney has been lamenting how she wanted to see Janet. If it wasn't so inconvenient for her to move around, she would have definitely come, too."

Brandon said nothing, but a faint smile danced on his lips. He picked up two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter's tray and handed one of them to Garrett. "The press conference is about to start."

Sure enough, the lights suddenly dimmed, followed by a thunderous applause. Vivian walked to the middle of the stage with a microphone in her hand. "I thank you all for gracing us with your presence today as we unveil the Larson Group's new energy project. This is made possible through a collaboration between the Larson Group, Mr. Lewis, and Mr. Cruz. I would like to call on the main person in charge of the operations to make a speech. Everyone, please welcome Mr. Lewis."

Liam appeared onstage with a smile, in the midst of the audience's warm applause.

Garrett was taken aback by the sight. He whipped his head around to gape at Brandon. "Didn't you suspect Vivian before? Why did you hand Charis ' previous work over to her? You even let her preside over the press conference. What is going on here, exactly?"

Brandon took a sip of his champagne, his cold gaze fixed on Vivian. "Calm down, Garrett. This is just the beginning."

"I just don't understand what you're trying to do." Garrett shook his head and breathed a defeated sigh.