Brandon was surprised. Lillian surely didn't want to see him, so why would she demand he accompany her to Midvale?
The relatives in Midvale had always adored Lillian.
As a child, she had visited frequently with her mother. When her grandparents were still alive, she would spend her entire summer and winter breaks there.
Of the three siblings, only Lillian could speak the local Midvale dialect.
When Martin heard about it, he agreed without a second thought.
“If she wants you to go with her, then go. I was worried she might pull something if she went to Midvale alone. With you there, I’ll feel much more at ease.”
“It’s no trouble for me to make the trip,” Brandon said. “But the relatives in Midvale can be difficult. And Dad, I have a few important meetings scheduled for this weekend. You see...”
“How important can they be?” Martin interrupted. “Postpone the meetings. Just say we’re promoting a no-overtime culture from now on. Move all future meetings to weekdays.”
Martin was likely so eager to finalize the divorce that he was willing to disregard company meetings.
Brandon couldn’t go against him, so he nodded in agreement.
On Friday evening, Lillian’s supercar was already waiting outside the Mercer Group building.
This was the first time she had been back since her release from prison.
She didn’t go inside. Many of the long-time employees knew her.
She had changed so much, and she didn’t want to make small talk with them, explaining why she was so different now.
When Martin and the others came out, Lillian didn’t get out of the car.
Martin, with his patriarchal pride, certainly wasn’t going to approach her.
Seeing the stalemate, Brandon quickly went over. “Lillian, are you here to pick me up?”
“I’ve booked tickets for tonight’s flight,” Lillian said. “You don’t want to waste time, do you?”
“But I haven’t packed any luggage.”
“It’s just for a day or two. What luggage do you need? Get in.”
Brandon had planned to prepare, but since Lillian had already booked the tickets, he had no choice but to get in the car.
During rush hour, Lillian’s supercar couldn’t really open up in the city. But once they were out of the city limits, she floored it, and the car shot forward.
Brandon used to drive supercars too, but never at this speed. The moment she accelerated, he instinctively curled his toes.
She saw the tension on Brandon’s face but didn’t slow down.
Brandon was genuinely surprised. “Lillian, you’re such a good driver.”
“It’s not like I just learned today. You’re only just finding out?”
Brandon understood the implication. She had always been this good, but no one in the family knew she was skilled with supercars.
She glanced at him casually. It was true, what did he really know about her?
In his mind, she was just a spoiled, good-for-nothing heiress.


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