Chapter 11 She is a Designer
He knocked on the door of the study and saw Brandon, who was looking down at his computer inside. "Sir, these were found in Miss Griffin's room..." he said hurriedly.
"I have no interest in her things."
Before Elijah could finish, Brandon interrupted him and said, "You have the time, go push the Gulf project and stay out of these women's affairs, can you do that?"
"..."
Elijah could only nod awkwardly, looking at Brandon's annoyed face. He put the rolled-up design drawings on the table before leaving.
But not long after, Fernando came to the villa.
"Brandon, I didn't have a chance to visit you after you woke up, and you didn't come to the company either.
I specially called a doctor to come and check on your health."
Fernando, dressed in a refined long coat, walked in with several doctors. He looked at Brandon, who was only in his forties and appeared to be smiling, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He had a sly and cunning look that made people feel uneasy.
"Why did my uncle come here when he's not busy at the company?" Brandon didn't believe that he came to visit him.
"I heard that you've been worried about the Gulf project. I have some good designers here, you know, out of ten designers, eight are with me, and the other two are with other companies. Why don't I recommend two to you?"
This was a blatant provocation from Lucas.
"How can I use my uncle's people? Although my uncle is well-known, he doesn't have the Duncan surname after all, and sooner or later he will go solo. It's good to have more talented people around you." Brandon's face was cold, but his words were sharp.
Fernando's face changed slightly.
"Who knows what will happen in the future? By the way, these doctors are some of the best, especially in 'that area'. They are very skilled. We are all family, and you have been lying there for a year, diagnosed as a vegetable, with no function left. You are not young anymore, but you haven't left any heirs. The Duncan Family's offspring is also very important, so I specially brought some doctors to see you."
He had a look on his face that said "it's all for your own good", but Brandon remained calm and composed.
Was he implying that Brandon might not be able to have children in the future?
"It seems that your cooperation with these doctors is quite tacit, Uncle. No wonder you have so many illegitimate children outside." Brandon's words were cutting, and he had done his research on Fernando's affairs.
Fernando was clearly embarrassed and angry. He didn't expect Brandon to know about these things.
"Brandon, you're investigating me!" He lifted his mask and yelled, "Don't think I don't know that you're keeping a woman in your villa!"
"Hmph, whether or not I have a woman is none of your business. But don't even think about touching the Bay Project."
Fernando's attempt to humiliate Brandon failed, and he left in a huff. Outside, he coldly told Elijah, "If you want to find a designer, don't even bother. I've monopolized all the designers in High City."
Elijah's face fell, but he still went inside resignedly.
Brandon was also furious and swept everything off the table. Amidst the mess on the floor, he looked at Elijah and said, "Find me a designer, no matter the cost!"
Then he noticed a rolled-up blueprint on the ground.
What is this?
He opened the blueprint and immediately noticed its uniqueness.
He took it back to his seat and carefully examined it. The more he looked, the clearer his eyes became.
"Elijah, when did you find this designer? Why didn't you tell me?" Brandon looked up and reprimanded Elijah.
Elijah was sweating profusely as he said, "Sir, this was found in Miss Victoria's room."
What?
Brandon's expression froze, and it was only then that he noticed the rolled-up design drawing with Ava's name on it. Victoria had graduated from the School of Architecture, and Brandon had heard of her.
Could she have drawn this?
Brandon's face grew increasingly grim...
Victoria had been in there for a day and a night, but no one had paid her any attention.
She curled up in a corner,feeling forgotten by everyone. Suddenly, she saw someone come in. To her surprise, it was Brandon, who had once again come to this place. She thought she was dreaming and angrily cursed at the man standing tall before her.
"What are you doing here? Who let you in? You bastard, trash, arrogant fool, get out of my dream! In other people's eyes, you're a high and mighty CEO, but here, you're nothing! It's a joke! I've seen you at your dirtiest, and yet you still try to act superior here? Don't you know how ridiculous you looked when you were lying there, letting me do whatever I wanted with you?"
"..."
Brandon's mouth twitched, and his already thin face, shrouded in shadows, looked even colder. It was now completely black.
As he suddenly approached, a scent of grass and trees also approached with him, carrying the unique sexiness of a man, his tall and oppressive shadow making Victoria feel a little dazed.
How could she still smell the fragrance in her dream?
"I let you manipulate me?"
His flawless face suddenly enlarged in front of her, with a wicked smile and a cold meaning, making Victoria feel a sudden stagnation in her chest!