The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 558

Brandon's breath hitched a bit, but he still flashed her a grin, "Yeah, Daddy belongs to Mommy, always has, always will."

His voice was hoarse and low, his words slow and steady, with none of that sugar-coating one would use to placate a kid. Theresa quieted down instantly, not saying a word, just leaning in to bury her face into the nook of Brandon's neck and hugging him tight.

Not sure if she got the gist or not, but Brandon could feel her restlessness being soothed away. He hugged her back, his heart aching, and still felt that uncomfortable lump in his throat at the mention of Sophia.

Without another word, he carried her into his office.

Just like the buzzing lobby downstairs, the usually noisy office fell into an abrupt silence as Brandon entered, everyone busily pretending to work but sneaking peeks at Brandon, who'd been MIA for days, and then covertly exchanging glances with each other, their eyes doing the talking.

Kent was already in the office; he cleared his throat softly.

Everyone who had been exchanging silent comments quickly turned their heads back, pretending to be deep in work.

Kent put away the papers on his desk and went over to knock and report recent work to Brandon.

Brandon had been all consumed with Sophia these days, and Kent hadn't dared to disturb him with work stuff.

"Mr. Crawley," Spotting Brandon placing Theresa on the couch and returning to his desk, Kent knocked on the door.

Brandon glanced over at him, "Come in."

Kent approached the desk with a thick stack of papers, "Mr. Crawley, here are the financial statements for last quarter, take a look." He walked over; as he pulled out the statements and started giving a report to Brandon, he was cut short, "Don't need the work update. Just fill me in on anything related to Sophia."

Kent stopped in his tracks, the hand holding the documents retracted accordingly. He looked down at the pile of thick paperwork, slightly troubled.

Most work he could handle on Brandon's behalf, but there was this one thing.

He pulled out the merger and acquisition proposal from the very bottom of the stack and handed it to Brandon, "Mr. Crawley, the Ferber Group had made an offer a while back to buy our West district Butterfly Docks. They've sent over their proposal. I think you should give it a once-over."

Kent handed over the proposal as he spoke.

Brandon's gaze lingered on the proposal for a moment before taking it.

The Ferber Group was a Zenithan company that started overseas, focusing on maritime shipping, freight, and cruise operations, and had been eyeing domestic expansion in recent years, with West district as their prime target.

Butterfly Docks, part of the Starlight Group's assets, had been on the Ferber Group's wish list as their beachhead in West district.

On and off over the past two years, they had approached Starlight Group, but since Brandon had no intention of letting go of the docks, no real talks had taken place.

Brandon briefly scanned the proposal, and then closed it, handing it back to Kent, "Butterfly Docks are not for sale."

Kent still frowned slightly, "But their CEO, Harvey Ferber, wants to meet you in person to talk it over again."

Brandon looked up, surprised. Harvey didn't reside in the country.

Kent presented an invitation with both hands, "Harvey Ferber's family is currently vacationing on their commercial cruise, passing through the country with a few days to dock. They're leaving tonight, and he'd like to meet with you in person to discuss the collaboration before they depart."

Brandon flipped open the invitation. The other party had set the meeting for four o'clock in the afternoon on their cruise ship.

The invitation was very sincere and explained the reason for meeting on the cruise ship. The ship could only stay in port until six in the evening, fearing it would be too late to meet anywhere else.

Brandon stared at the invitation, mulling it over, and then looked at Kent, "I can only spare him an hour."

Kent quickly nodded, "Alright, I'll go arrange it."

Kent turned to leave.

"Wait." Brandon called after him, "Is everything set with Jerry and Jared?"

"Yep, it's all being arranged." Kent nodded, "So far, we've found that Dennis is still living at Moonlight Resort & Spa, hasn't left his room these days. Jerry and Jared are expected to arrive at the hotel by four in the afternoon."

"Then let's set them up for a little 'chance encounter'," Brandon said this nonchalantly, his expression just as indifferent.

Kent nodded, "Will do."

"And don't forget about Marian," Brandon's face was now almost icy cold.

"I'll take care of it," Kent said quietly.

Brandon nodded, "Alright, you can go now."

"Alright."

Watching Kent disappear at the office door, Brandon finally turned his attention back to his computer.

The machine was already booted up, but he looked at the familiar desktop, his mind blank. The work he once loved now failed to spark even the slightest interest.