Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 895

Brandon, hands on the steering wheel, remarked, "The news that had been trending online was taken down from social media. But about an hour ago, someone suddenly appeared and claimed to be the designer from W Marks Studio. She published several pieces about you and Draco on social media, which rekindled public opinion."

"What the hell are these journalists thinking these days?!" Janet couldn't have been more pissed off.

Brandon stated, "They may have been bought off by the woman who dubbed herself the W Marks ' designer. These journalists have no professional accomplishments or business ethics, in stark contrast to the ones I used to deal with. These folks are well-versed in the art of illegitimate coinage. It takes more than just threats to shut them up." Softly, Brandon consoled her, "I'll have someone take care of it later. Take it easy now. Tomorrow, everything will be solved and you can go back to work without worrying about anything."

Janet paused for a second, and then said apologetically, "Sorry I have to bothering you every time I find myself in a sticky predicament. You have to do your own things, but I..."

Before she could continue, Brandon lifted a hand to squeeze her face. Then, with a wry grin on his face, he said, "Remember that, and make it up to me later."

"You..." When Janet realized what he meant, she melted to the point of blushing. She said, after some reflection, "It must have been Dalores who started all this commotion again. God! She has to pay for it!"

Brandon was honest with her. "I have people watching her all day and night. She ran away. Mrs. Fuller, however, whom she has previously angered, is also on the lookout for her. Let's see how long she can keep hiding. I bet not for long!"

Janet exhaled a breath of relief and remarked, "Well, then, let's go home."

They didn't have to put in too much time or effort since there were still others trying to find Dalores. When Janet opened the door to get out, Brandon grabbed her arm and pulled her back inside.

"What's the matter?" Janet asked in a curious tone.

"Why did you assist Draco in getting off the car? His previous illness deteriorated his legs?" Brandon inquired grumpily.

Janet remained silent for a while after hearing his complaint. She pretended to be furious by pursing her lips. But the sparkle in her eyes was impossible to hide. "That's a complicated question to pose at this time."