Kent couldn't really speak for Brandon on this one. He chuckled awkwardly and, with some slick maneuvering, replied, "You know, I think Chairman Crawley should probably ask Mr. Crawley that question yourself."
Daniel shot him a glare, but deep down he knew he wasn't going to get anything out of him.
"So." Daniel hesitated, awkwardly starting up again, "Is that woman still at the company?"
Kent pretended to be clueless, "Who?"
"You know, the one." Daniel struggled to say Sophia's name and glanced irritably toward Brandon's office, "That one."
"Huh?" Kent still played the dunce.
"Sophia."
Finally, Daniel couldn't hold it in and blurted out Sophia’s name, clearly annoyed.
"Ah." Kent feigned realization, "Yeah, she's still around. But I've heard she's been handing over her duties, getting ready to leave once the new director steps in."
Daniel instinctively thought of the Zenitha-style resort project, "What about the Zenitha-style resort project if she leaves?"
Kent gave a meaningful glance toward Brandon's office, "Chairman Crawley, maybe you should be more worried about what Mr. Crawley's going to do without her."
Daniel's expression soured, "What kind of man lets a woman have him wrapped around her finger like that?"
Kent replied with a chuckle, "Well, Chairman Crawley, you can't really look at it that way. You've seen how much Mr. Crawley can't do without Ms. Yearwood. If Sophia really wanted to wrap him around her little finger, she wouldn't have chosen to comply with your wishes and leave on her own. If she'd wanted to stay, I bet Mr. Crawley would have given her the moon and the stars, let alone the company, without even blinking an eye. If you were in her shoes, wouldn't sticking around to inherit such a big empire seem like the better option? But she didn't go that route, which shows she's not out to twist Mr. Crawley's arm or after his money. She's just trying to avoid putting Mr. Crawley between a rock and a hard place with you. Let's face it, Chairman Crawley, having a beautiful, capable woman who loves Mr. Crawley and is considerate of him by his side is a good thing, right?" Kent continued with a smile, "With a wife like that, Mr. Crawley can focus on his career with peace of mind, don't you agree? And if he had a high-maintenance, temperamental partner instead, he'd be torn between business and playing peacemaker at home, with no place to unwind. That'd be exhausting, wouldn't it?" Kent kept the friendly tone going.
Daniel still looked miffed.
"There are plenty of other fish in the sea," he said, still unsatisfied.
"But Mr. Crawley only has eyes for her," Kent said, glancing toward Brandon's office with a hint of concern.
Daniel again thought of Brandon's lifeless demeanor and their discussion about the meaning of life, feeling uneasy. He contemplated checking on him again but didn't want to seem overly reactive.
Torn between concern and not wanting to intrude, he turned to Kent, "Keep an eye on Mr. Crawley, will you? He doesn’t seem all that stable. We don't want anything happening."
Kent nodded, "Sure thing."
"I'm heading out now." Daniel said, but he wasn't comfortable just leaving like that, so he knocked on Brandon's office door to say goodbye, "I'm off now."
"Mm-hmm," Brandon's indifferent voice came from inside.
Daniel felt a bit more at ease. After bidding Kent farewell, he stepped into the elevator.
During the descent, the image of Brandon standing alone by the window and Kent's words kept swirling in his mind, agitating him.
As the elevator was about to pass the 17th floor, where Star·Dempsey Architects was located, Daniel couldn't resist and pressed the button for the 17th floor.
The elevator quickly stopped, and the doors opened automatically.
Daniel glanced across at Star·Dempsey Architects, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped out.
The automatic glass doors slid open as he approached.
The soft sound of the doors caught the attention of the people immersed in their work inside, and heads turned to see Daniel walking in.
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