Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 997

Without a second thought, Brandon bolted directly toward Lillian's office.

Realizing something was terribly wrong, the employee slammed his coffee mug down and shouted, "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The shout instantly alerted everyone in the vicinity.

At that exact moment, Brandon practically threw open the door to Lillian's office.

Right in front of him sat Lillian, poised gracefully behind her desk.

Right behind him were the alarmed staff of Lillionix, rapidly closing in to surround him.

With the door bursting open so violently, Lillian's gaze naturally snapped toward the commotion.

She wasn't like the others. Having grown up with him since childhood and having called him her older brother for so many years, she could recognize him instantly. Whether he was wearing a cheap security uniform or anything else, his build and posture gave him away in a heartbeat.

Instantly, Lillian's brows pulled together in a deep frown.

Ethan Hayes quickly rushed to the front of the crowd.

Not realizing the intruder was Brandon, Ethan had assumed some malicious rival had breached the building. Seeing a strange man charge straight into Lillian's private office had scared the living daylights out of him.

If anything happened to her on his watch, he wouldn't know how to face his boss.

Lillian was someone the boss valued more than his own life.

As Ethan shoved his way to the front, he finally recognized Brandon's face.

He let out a sharp sigh of relief, which immediately morphed into a tense surge of irritation.

Why did it have to be this clown?

The man was truly willing to stoop to any low. Dressing up in a rented security uniform just to sneak in—he had to give him points for sheer desperation.

Brandon, meanwhile, kept his eyes locked on Lillian. His gaze was burning with desperate eagerness, yet he hovered nervously at the threshold, not daring to take a single step inside until she spoke.

This Lillian was no longer the Lillian of the past. In fact, she felt entirely alien to the sister Brandon remembered.

Watching her sit there behind her imposing desk, radiating the same commanding aura their late grandmother once possessed, Brandon was momentarily stunned into silence.

Lillian knew Ethan wouldn't let the man off easily. Plus, she was in the middle of reviewing a file, so she deliberately ignored Brandon and continued typing on her keyboard.

After snapping a dozen humiliating photos, Ethan finally lowered his phone and let out a boisterous laugh. "Oh my, Mr. Mercer, this outfit really does suit your physique!

It fits you perfectly. Who would have thought that a man used to wearing bespoke Italian suits would look so natural in polyester.

Mr. Mercer, if you ever find yourself out of a job, would you consider a career change?

How about working as a security guard?"