The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 333

Don was right by Brandon's side.

It was the first time he saw Brandon with his head in the clouds.

Usually, Brandon was Mr. Precision, cool as a cucumber, slicing time in half to get the most out of every minute, and him glued to his phone was a rare sight.

"Waiting on a call or something?"

Don couldn't help but give Brandon a nudge with his elbow, asking out of pure curiosity.

Brandon pocketed his phone and replied nonchalantly, "Nope."

His gaze briefly swept over the moving line before settling on the TV screen broadcasting the news.

The cafeteria had installed a few big screens, and there was one giant one where they'd randomly play the news during meal times for a bit of entertainment.

The local news was playing on the TV.

Brandon only gave it a glance before shifting his attention, following the queue to the plate area.

He casually picked up a tray, and also grabbed a takeaway box.

Don did the same, noticing the takeaway box in Brandon's hand, he casually asked, "Packing lunch for someone?"

Kent and Cindy nearby also threw curious glances at Brandon.

Without responding, Brandon calmly handed over his tray and takeaway box to the server to be filled with food, then moved to the dish selection area. He scanned the options and ordered with a steady voice.

"I'll have the boiled beef, black bean spare ribs, shredded pork with garlic sauce, spicy potato strips, all to go."

Cindy couldn't help but whisper to Augus beside her, "Director Yearwood also asked me to bring her those food."

Though she spoke softly, Don still heard her and couldn't help but look at Brandon with surprise.

Brandon kept his cool, ordering without missing a beat.

Don chuckled, "Looks like you're packing for Sophia, huh?"

"Is there a problem?" Brandon asked indifferently, turning to the cafeteria worker, "Separate them, please."

A tentative male voice came from behind, "Mr. Crawley?"

Brandon turned to see Ben Evert approaching with the head of the investment department.

"Mr. Evert," Brandon greeted politely.

Kent, with a smile, stepped forward, "Hey there, Mr. Evert! What brings you here without a heads-up? I would've rolled out the red carpet."

Then turning to the investment department colleague, "Come on, you guys, Mr. Evert makes a special trip and you take him to the cafeteria?"

He then turned apologetically to Ben, "Sorry about that, Mr. Evert. It's an oversight on our part. How about we..."

Ben, cutting him off with a laugh, "It's not his fault. I insisted on coming here. I've heard all about the Starlight Group's cafeteria meals being on par with Michelin-starred restaurants. It's mostly home-style cooking but it blows a lot of those fancy restaurants out of the water. I've been dying to try it, but every time I come, you and Mr. Crawley whisk me off elsewhere. Today, I finally snagged the chance to drop by, so don't let me down, Kent."

Kent chuckled, "My bad, my bad. Today you'll eat your fill, I promise."

As he spoke, he led Ben to a corner of the cafeteria, organizing a table setting, and instructing the kitchen to whip up some fresh dishes.

Ben hadn't forgotten Brandon and turned back with a smile, inviting him, "Mr. Crawley, join us for a meal."

Brandon glanced at him, nodded, and then turned to the cafeteria staff, handing over the packed lunch, "Please send this to the seventeenth floor, Star·Dempsey Architects, for Sophia."

Quick as a flash, Cindy stepped up, "Let me take that to the director, Mr. Crawley."

After taking the meal box from Brandon, she turned and practically sprinted to get the food to Sophia while it was still hot.

"No worries."

Brandon uttered his thanks, his voice even-keeled.

"It's no trouble at all."

Cindy smiled, hurrying off to deliver the lunch to Sophia upstairs.

When she arrived, she didn't see Sophia, only Ivan busy at work.

"Hey, where's Director Yearwood?"

Cindy looked around, puzzled, and asked.

"She's in the restroom," Ivan replied, noticing the meal box in her hand. "Is that lunch for Sophia?"

Cindy nodded, "Yeah, it's Director Yearwood's lunch."

"Packed by Mr. Crawley," she quickly added after a beat.

Ivan gave her a look, then nodded, "Just leave it on the desk."

"Sure thing." Cindy set the lunch down quickly and as she was leaving, she noticed Ivan showed no signs of heading down to eat. She couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to grab lunch, deputy director?"