The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 560

"He's not home, what happened?"

Mr. Evert was somewhat baffled by Brandon's behavior, unsure what was going down between the two.

"Where did he go?"

Brandon looked at him, “I need to see him."

"He doesn't live here," Mr. Evert said. “He bought another place, and typically just swings by on weekends."

"Did he come back this weekend?" Brandon asked.

Mr. Evert shook his head: "He doesn’t come back every weekend. His mother is pressuring him to get married, so sometimes he just doesn’t bother returning home..."

"Where does he live?" Brandon cut him off.

Mr. Evert, seeing Brandon's tight face, started to worry if Ivan had stirred up some trouble, and couldn't help but nervously ask, “What do you need him for?"

"I'm looking for someone," Brandon replied directly and plainly. "Don't worry, I'm not here to cause him trouble."

Mr. Evert had worked with Brandon for many years and they had a good relationship. Trusting Brandon's character and temperament, Mr. Evert promptly gave Brandon Ivan’s address, assured by Brandon’s clarification that he wasn’t looking for trouble.

“Could you give me the key to his place?"

Brandon said, not believing he'd get any response by knocking on Ivan's door.

Mr. Evert was taken aback at first, looking somewhat troubled, "That wouldn’t be quite appropriate."

Then, as if he didn't want Brandon to misunderstand him, he quickly added, "Ivan is very privacy-conscious. We usually knock before entering. He wouldn’t be pleased with us just entering."

"It's just a precaution, I'm not planning on barging in," Brandon didn’t push him, "If Mr. Evert is worried, you can come with me."

Mr. Evert hesitated, then nodded: "Alright then."

Ivan's place wasn't far from Mr. Evert's villa, nor from Starlight Group, lying in between.

When Brandon and Mr. Evert arrived at Ivan's, the door was shut tight.

Just as Brandon expected, they rang the bell for ages with no answer, and calls went unanswered.

Hard to say if he's just dodging or got his hands full.

Brandon had no time to waste. After futilely ringing the doorbell repeatedly, he turned to Mr. Evert: "Mr. Evert, do me a favor, open the door.”

Mr. Evert, still wary, didn't just barge in; he took out his phone and tried calling Ivan a few times first, but to no avail; the calls were unanswered as well.

"Ivan hasn't shown up at the office for nearly a week," Brandon stated to Mr. Evert, his expression serious yet calm, "None of his colleagues can reach him. Aren't you worried, Mr. Evert?"

Brandon's words hit a nerve, and Mr. Evert didn’t delay any longer. He quickly took out the key and unlocked the door. As soon as the lock clicked open, Brandon pushed the door forcefully and barged straight in.

"Hey, Mr. Crawley..."