Brandon's usual arrogance was nowhere to be found. He wiped the spit from the big man off his face and said in a trembling voice, "S-Sir, I didn't run into you. It was you who ran into me.”
The big man glared at Brandon. "I ran into you? What nonsense! You were the one who ran into me, yet you're denying it and even blaming me for it? I shall give you shameless old hag a good lesson."
Then, he gave Brandon a tight slap.
That was the first slap Brandon had received in his entire life, leaving him stunned and in a daze.
When Brandon came back to his senses, the big man had already disappeared.
He was trembling in rage, and deep down, he also felt embarrassed.
He made a mental note of the big man's face. When he was done with his work, he would come back and ask Julien for the surveillance video. He swore he would catch the big man and torture him to death.
Brandon touched his cheek and walked toward his car with a vicious expression.
A few minutes after he left, the big man from before came out from the corner, and there was someone else next to him.
"Mr. Cohen, this is the hair you wanted.” The big man passed a few strands of hair wrapped in paper over to Hunter. His attitude was respectful, like a completely different person from how he was in front of Brandon just now.
Hunter took it with satisfaction and handed the big man a check. "Not bad. Thanks for the hard work."
"It's nothing at all. If there’s anything that I can help you with, just let me know. I will do anything!” The big man kept the check and tapped his chest.
Hunter nodded with a smile. "Don’t worry. I won't forget you. Go ahead."
"Yes."
Once the big guy had left, Hunter looked toward the spot where Brandon was beaten up. Then, he snickered as he walked toward the elevator.
It was pure coincidence that he saw Brandon’s car in the parking lot. Hence, he called a gangster over and helped him out with getting Brandon's hair.
He had to say that Brandon's timid look just now was really amusing.
"You!" When Hunter walked in, Julien remembered the scene from last night, when Hunter sent Sydney back to Shallow Bay. Julien's expression changed immediately.
Upon noticing Julien's attitude toward him, Hunter touched his nose. "What's up? I don't think I've
offended you in any way, Julien. Why are you putting on such a face, like I snatched something from you?"
Julien pursed his lips. "What do you want?"
"I told you last time. This is about the new project agreement." Hunter pulled a chair and sat down.
Julien opened his drawer and took out a folder, which threw to Hunter. He said, "Sign it and get lost."
Hunter raised his eyebrow. "Gosh, why are you so eager to chase me away? Are you rushing off for a date with Lyra?"
When Julien heard that, his aura became even more oppressive, and he glared at Hunter.
Hunter quickly raised his hand up in surrender. "Fine. Forget I said that."
He lowered his head and quickly put down his signature. However, deep down, he thought it was strange.
If he was not mistaken, he saw a flash of disgust on Julien’s face when he mentioned Lyra just now.
Why?
Without asking further, he handed the signed document over and said, "Done.”
Julien took it and put down his own signature as well.
The agreement was valid from then onward.
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