The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 582

Brandon didn't utter a word, not even a muscle moved; he just sat in the car, motionless, staring at her.

Marian didn't dare to make another move either, standing rigidly on the spot. After she had been brought to the brink of death by Brandon three times, her fear of him had seeped deep into her bones.

Brandon's presence was merely a reminder that the game was far from over. The wheels of justice ground slow, demanding hard evidence. Criminal law also adhered to the principle of “innocent until proven guilty”.

Therefore, with insufficient evidence, her freedom wasn't in jeopardy. But he wasn't law enforcement; he didn't need all that jazz.

Just like he said last night, if she was betting on the cops having no evidence, he was game to fight fire with fire. And she better not even dream of skipping town.

Brandon watched Marian, pale as a ghost and cemented in place, his gaze alone screaming, "Don't even think about running."

He didn't have to say a word; just one look from him sent her already downcast mood into total panic.

Brandon saw the fear in her eyes and didn't bother to waste more time on her. After a cold glance, he drove off.

Marian felt so weak; she couldn't take another step. Time passed, and then the familiar ringtone of her cell phone brought her back to reality.

Fumbling, she dug out her phone and hurriedly answered the call. It was her mom Beverly, on the other end.

As soon as the call connected, Beverly's tearful voice came through from the other side of line, "Marian, I heard you and your dad are in trouble. Your dad's been locked up. What's going on? Wasn't he on a business trip, dealing with the branch office? How did he suddenly get nabbed? What trouble has he gotten himself into?"

Marian wanted to say Dennis was suspected of attempted murder, but overwhelmed by fear and sorrow, she choked up at the sound of her mother's voice and couldn't speak.

Beverly, heartbroken, kept telling her not to cry, until she mentioned having her brother head over to the West district to help her handle things. That was when Marian quickly interjected, "No, don't let him come."

Beverly was startled by Marian's reaction, "Why not? I'm worried about you dealing with all this alone in a strange place. If your brother goes there, at least you'll have someone to help you out. Plus, the family business just set up shop there, and without an effective management team, with your dad and Gordon in trouble, the branch will probably fall apart. Someone needs to take charge."

"It's fine; I can handle it." Marian softly reassured her, "I'll manage the branch office. It's perfect since I'm kinda sick of my current job, and it'll give me a chance to change the scenery."

Beverly wasn't entirely convinced, "Are you sure?"

It wasn't that she doubted Marian's capabilities; it was just that Marian had never shown any inclination toward such work. Before joining Star·Dempsey Architects as a designer, she had been living the high life every day.

"I've got this, Mom. Trust me." Marian said quietly, "With dad in such a mess, it's time for me to grow up."

Her words comforted Beverly, "Alright, then I'll talk to your brother and let you give it a shot."

Marian nodded, "Okay."

But she couldn't stop herself from insisting again, "Just don't let him come over."