Brandon had already hit the road, stepping straight into his private lift. With a long finger, he pressed the button, and the elevator doors began to close slowly. Kent, who was hot on his heels, only managed to catch a glimpse of the tautness on Brandon's handsome face before the doors shut.
Heading straight down to the basement parking lot, Brandon hadn't even reached his car before his hand was already fishing out the car keys and hitting the unlock button. With a soft "beep," the car unlocked.
Brandon strode up, yanking the car door open and sliding into the driver's seat. He buckled up without a second thought and whipped out his phone to give Sophia a ring.
After a few tones, the call was finally picked up.
"Hello?" Sophia's familiar, soft voice came through, but Brandon, expressionless, hung up the call in a flash and tossed the phone aside. He had expected this, yet for some reason, he had to confirm it.
Sophia, who had just scrambled out of the taxi, glanced at her phone, puzzled. She had just rushed back to the airport and was about to step out when her phone began to ring. She was feeling a bit queasy—maybe it was motion sickness or something—and was in a hurry, so she answered the call without a second glance, only to find the caller hung up without saying a word.
After a few seconds of busy tones, the screen reverted back to the home interface.
Sophia hesitated for a moment, then tapped to view her recent call log. She immediately recognized the number at the top of the list, even without a saved name. After all, two years of marriage had made that number all too familiar.
She wasn't sure if Brandon was reaching out for something or had dialed her by accident. Her finger hovered over the screen, debating whether to call back, but the hesitation made her stop halfway.
In the end, Sophia didn't call back.
She stowed her phone, swallowing down the waves of nausea, and turned towards the security checkpoint.
"Sophia, over here!"
As she entered the security hall, she spotted Susan and Ivan waiting by the security lane.
Ivan's gaze settled on her, though his expression remained steady.
Susan was frantically waving her over, shouting, "Over here, over here!"
Sophia walked towards her, sneaking a glance at her watch. Thankfully, there was still plenty of time, and her quick trip home hadn't caused much delay.
But Susan was like a cat on a hot tin roof, grabbing Sophia and shoving her towards the checkpoint, "Hurry up, don't miss your flight."
The jostling only made Sophia's upset stomach churn even more.
Ivan, ever so observant, noticed her slightly pale face and frowned, "You okay?"
Sophia shook her head, "I'm fine, just rushed a bit and got a little carsick."
Ivan nodded, saying no more.
Susan handed over a bottle of water, "Have a drink, take it easy."
Then, turning to Ivan, she instructed, "Ivan, take good care of Sophia from now on."
Sophia almost choked, feeling Susan's words were a bit out of line considering she and Ivan weren't that close. Worried Susan might keep running her mouth, Sophia quickly twisted the cap back on the water and handed it back, "Okay, we're heading in now. I'll call you when I get there."
Susan pushed her off, "Go on, safe travels."
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