"Mr. Orwell, should we go home now or go back to the company?"
After the meeting, Brandon successfully avoided Lilia and was finally free.
Aston Martin sped on the wide road. Gerald held the steering wheel and asked the man behind him where to go.
Recently, there were many things in the company, and Gerald thought that Brandon would go back to the company to deal with them.
"Go to the hospital, take a detour to the place where you just bought fruit, and buy some to visit the patient," replied Brandon.
"Are you going to see Ms. Thompson?" Gerald asked.
The man sitting in the back row did not say anything. If he did not refute it, it meant that he admitted it.
"Mr. Orwell, Mrs. Orwell told you not to contact Ms. Thompson."
"Why? Is Mom afraid that I have been in contact with her and that I have remembered something I shouldn't have?" Brandon raised his eyebrows.
"How is that possible? Mr. Orwell, you are joking."