Brandon had figured it out earlier: it was fine if Lillian didn't move back in, but they needed to maintain an active, visible connection.
Interacting with her and letting the media broadcast it would serve as Positive Market Updates for the Mercer Group, wouldn't it?
However, Martin seemed highly invested in his old classmate, forcibly keeping Brandon around to help entertain the guest.
They drank tea, had dinner, and chatted well into the afternoon before finally respectfully seeing the man out.
The moment the car drove off, Martin's face darkened as he glared at Brandon. "Do you have any idea how many mistakes you've made from the moment you shoved my study door open until now?"
Brandon was speechless. I'm the boss of the company now, and I'm still making mistakes? Can the boss even make mistakes?
Of course, that wasn't his logic; it was the twisted logic Martin had drilled into him.
Back when Martin was in charge, he acted the exact same way.
Brandon took a deep breath. "You're old now. You're retired. Whatever you do at home, whoever you see—that's your business.
Can you just not drag me into it next time?
Furthermore, I am incredibly busy at the company. I rushed back here—do you honestly think I did that just to keep your friend company?
I have something critical to tell you."
Martin scoffed. "Do you think I have no sense of priority?
If this Mr. Yates wasn't crucial for you, would I force you to sit at home drinking tea and making small talk with him?
Do you think I actually enjoy looking at the usurper son who snatched my power?"
Martin furrowed his brow. He genuinely disliked Brandon these days.



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