Upon Finn's reminder, Brandon remembered his makeup.
Brandon asked, "Where's the makeup artist? I'll get her to remove the makeup for me."
"The meeting will start in forty minutes." Finn raised his wrist to look at the time.
It meant that it was too late.
If Brandon wanted to remove his makeup, he definitely wouldn't have time to put on makeup when he came back, and their plan would be ruined.
"If I can't make it back in time, you can handle the meeting for me for a moment."
In Brandon's mind, Savanna would always be put first. Nothing was more important than her. Moreover, this was just an ordinary meeting.
Finn heard this and sneered. "I can handle it. But the fewer you attend these meetings, the more flaws you will have in the future. Those old bastards of the Orwell family can't be trifled with."
Brandon had walked out of the door, but when he heard this, he suddenly stopped.
"What do you mean?"