The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 354

"Okay, got it."

Kent nearly jumped out of his skin when Brandon barked at him. He quickly packed up the trash and bolted out of there, not daring to stick around a second longer.

But as he reached the door, Brandon called out, "Wait."

Kent slammed on the brakes and spun around, "Mr. Crawley, is there anything else?"

Brandon said, "Check for me, when did my dad and Patricia last try to get in touch with Sophia?"

Kent was taken aback, "As far as I know, ever since we got bodyguards for them, they haven't reached out to Sophia."

"No way!" Brandon didn't even have to think about it, "Have another chat with the bodyguard, accidental run-ins or phone calls count too. Get me a copy of his recent call log."

"Sure thing," after responding, Kent quickly left to instruct his team to pull Daniel's recent call list.

After he finished, he couldn't help but sneak another peek into Brandon's office.

Brandon was staring into space at his computer screen.

Kent was too far away to be sure if Brandon was still digging into the topic of "how to win back a girl who's lost faith in you," and he didn't dare to ask, but he was still in shock that Brandon would even care about lovey-dovey stuff.

That was Brandon, the guy who was always so cool, composed, and seemed to want for nothing.

The junior assistant, who had just taken up the task, saw Kent's face, which looked as if he'd just eaten something awful, and couldn't help but worryingly ask, "Kent, what's the matter?"

"Nothing," Kent, snapping back to reality, quickly replied, and couldn't resist another glance at Brandon in the office.

Brandon's gaze had returned to the mannequin head on his desk, his expression pensive as he lifted the fake hair, tried to style it, then frowned and set it down, seemingly lost in thought.

The junior assistant saw it too and turned to Kent, asking in a hushed tone, "Has Mr. Crawley been possessed or something?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Kent rolled his eyes and whispered back, "Who doesn’t have a secret hairstylist fantasy? Mr. Crawley is so busy all the time; can't he have some quirky little hobby to decompress?"

The assistant didn't dare make another peep. It was fine to have a hobby, but in her mind, the big boss's hobbies were always high-class - like golfing, collecting fine art, or antiquing. She'd never heard of a CEO dreaming of being a hairstylist.

Kent hadn't seen it either. Brandon having a daughter came so suddenly and was so short-lived that he hadn't made the connection between Brandon's hobbies and his daughter.

To avoid more people witnessing Brandon's peculiar hobby and potentially damaging his CEO image among the staff, Kent thoughtfully closed Brandon’s office door securely.

Just as he got back to his desk, the external affairs assistant came in to report, "Kent, the legal personnel for Chairman Crawley's work is here."

"Alright, tell her to wait in the meeting room. I'll be there shortly," Kent instructed the assistant, and then turned to pull out some files from his drawer.

The Zenitha-style resort project was officially breaking ground. Since the project was launched under the name of Starlight Group's subsidiary, the Starlight Group Tourism and Resorts, many of the legal procedures were still being carried out under the subsidiary's name.

Although Brandon had taken back control of the project, his intention was still to build Starlight Group's cultural tourism brand. Therefore, he didn't transfer the project to the parent company. The subsidiary was initially managed by Daniel, but Brandon took back control after the foundation stone laying ceremony. Now, it was necessary to coordinate all the details, including the legal contracts.

Kent was personally handling the coordination, in addition to arranging the handover between the parent company's legal personnel and the subsidiary's.

"Also, tell Owen to come along," Kent added.

"Will do," replied the external affairs assistant, turning to leave just as she saw the subsidiary's legal personnel approaching.