Chapter 138 Brandenâs Advantage
After speaking, Catherine walked away, and Ronin followed closely behind. As Catherine stood at the doorway, a Murion-made Rolls-Royce suddenly pulled up. It came to a smooth stop right in front of Catherine.
Branden, who was in the car, rolled down the window and revealed his handsome face. He tilted his head and looked at Catherine. His eyes were clear and deep, which radiated a lethal charm.
âGet in.â
Brandenâs husky voice came through his parted, thin lips. Ronin, who had caught up, happened to witness this scene. He looked at Branden with disdain.
Ronin thought inwardly, âEveryone seemed to be trying to get close to Boss. âRonin was determined not to let the scheming Branden succeed.
âBoss, I drove here today too. Let me give you a ride back.â Catherine agreed to the car ride. Naturally, she had to show him some respect.
She had no reason to decline since he was willing to pick her up personally. She turned and glanced at Ronin. Then she said in a soft voice, âNo need.â
After rejecting Ronin, Catherine opened the car door and got in. As Ronin watched Catherineâs actions, he pouted sadly. He just looked as if he was hurt and deprived of Catherineâs favor.
Catherine lowered the car window and reached out to pat his head. She comforted him and said, âGo back and wait for me.â Ronin thought inwardly, âShe wants me to wait for her.â
Ronin understood Catherineâs words. Those simple words immediately transformed his sulky expression into a sunny smile.
âAlright. Boss, I promise to take care of the logistics for you.â
After saying this, he shot a warning glance at Branden. âBoss, be careful when youâre out there. Some people may look good on the surface. But who knows what theyâre up to behind your back?â
Branden leaned on the car window with one hand and stared at Ronin. Brandenâs slightly narrowed eyes carried a dangerous smirk.
Branden wasnât quite sure why he had become so detestable to Ronin. He hadnât offended Ronin in any way. However, it seemed that Branden had committed some unforgivable crime in Roninâs eyes.
Catherine chuckled helplessly. She thought Ronin was interesting. As soon as Catherine finished speaking, Branden started the car. He hit the gas pedal and sped away. He didnât give Ronin a chance to chatter on.
This infuriated Ronin, who stood there and stomped in frustration. Ronin cursed Branden hundreds of times in his heart. Inside the car. Branden broke the silent atmosphere.
âThat guy seems quite attached to you, âhe said. The passenger seat was set low. It allowed Catherine to relax comfortably against the seat.
With a slight upward tilt of her eyes, she could observe Brandenâs expressions through the rearview mirror. She raised an eyebrow and lazily stared at Branden. Then she asked in a cold, low voice,â Are you jealous?â
Branden used his tongue to touch his cheek. Then he sneered, âHuh?
âJealous over a child? Are you sure?â In Brandenâs eyes, Ronin was like a half -grown kid. He behaved more immaturely than a five-year-old child.
For Branden, the idea of him being jealous of a five-year-old child was absurd. Following Brandenâs words, Catherine calmly asked, âIf thatâs the case, why bother asking?â
Branden was speechless by Catherineâs words. In a battle of wits, every move was critical. After another silence, this time, it was Catherine who broke it.
âWhy are you driving yourself today, and where are we heading?â Catherine rarely saw Branden drive on his own. It was usually either Triston or Paxton behind the wheel.
When Catherine took the initiative to inquire about his actions, Brandenâs initial discontentment melted away instantly.
âIâm going to see a friend. Triston said he would come on his own.â No wonder Catherine found it strange. Even Branden was puzzled by Tristonâs behavior.
Triston usually liked to stick to Branden. But this time, Triston hadnât actively sought him out. After Branden called to inquire about the situation, Triston even said he would come alone.
Behind the unusual circumstances, there was always a hidden motive. Branden wondered what Triston was up to this time. Through the rearview mirror, Catherine could clearly see the hint of satisfaction in Brandenâs eyes.
Some men might talk maturely, but deep down, they could be childish. With the destination clarified, Catherine didnât ask further questions, She lazily reclined in her seat to rest.
The stability and responsive brakes were advantages of luxury cars. Even in the midst of crowded city traffic, with constant braking, it was still a comfortable ride.
Brandenâs strength lay in his ability to effortlessly understand othersâ preferences without the need for words or overt actions. He could easily grasp the other personâs preferences as long as he wanted to.
After Catherine got into the car, even the angle of her seat had been adjusted to her liking. It made Catherine feel Branden was even more considerate than Ronin.
At the same time, Triston was at the Skritan Apartment. Triston sat in his luxurious penthouse apartment. He stared at the mess on the floor. His hair was messy, and his eyes were vacant, as if he had lost his soul.
He wasnât worried about the aftermath of the chaos in his apartment. He was worried about himself. After a period of silence, Triston looked down again.
After gazing at his naked body, he covered his face in agony. Alcohol was a curse. He couldnât remember anything about what had happened the night before.
In his fragmented memories, he could only recall images of himself entangled with a seductive figure. It drove him almost insane. Many people had come and gone last night, and he couldnât remember who he had been with.
Although Triston had a reputation as a playboy, no one knew that he hadnât gotten involved with anyone. This time, he had truly ruined himself. Triston collapsed in pain on the couch, with his mind buzzing.
After a while, his phone rang loudly, which broke the silence. He tiredly reached for the phone and instinctively answered it. His friendâs voice came through the microphone.
âMr. Lambert, you really know how to enjoy life, huh? Are you curled up in some womanâs arms again and living for the moment without a care in the world?â
For Triston, those words hit a nerve. It instantly roused him from his stupor. He yelled into the phone, âGet lost! What nonsense are you blabbering about?â
On the other end of the call, as the people heard Triston speak so seriously, he thought Triston might be busy with something important. He quickly changed his tone. âMr. Lambert, whatâs up? Havenât you left yet? Branden is on his way. You donât want him to think youâre arrogant, right?â
Hearing Brandenâs name, Triston finally remembered the gathering with his friends today. He was always attending parties day after day, with very few moments of rest.
If it werenât for last nightâs unexpected turn of events, he should be setting off with Branden right now. Once he realized this, Triston coldly responded to his friend. He gave a brief reply and then hung up the phone.
He needed to sober up. And he had to find out who the woman was that had slept with him last night. She was so audacious and irresponsible.