Chapter 164
Daniel looked down on Sophia from his high horse.
Having arrived in the conference room before Sophia, he gave her the once-over out of habit as she followed in, and only then did he direct his gaze to her face.
âSo, you and Brandon split up, huh?â
Daniel asked, exuding a kind of elderâs authority from his demeanor to his tone.
Daniel wasnât sure if the two had really divorced.
Brandon had never directly addressed the question.
And Daniel had never laid eyes on a divorce certificate.
But it was a fact that Sophia hadnât been back in two years.
Even without an official divorce, being separated for two years was enough for a court to issue a divorce decree.
Sophia ignored his question.
âDid you need something from me?â
She asked, her voice consistently calm and gentle, neither servile nor overbearing.
âYou havenât answered my question.â
âIf you called me here just to confirm that, then yes, weâre divorced.â
âAnything else?â Sophia asked, âIâve got work to get back to, so if thereâs nothing more, Iâll be on my way.â
After saying this, Sophia gave a polite nod and turned to leave.
âHold on,â Daniel said to stop her. âNow that youâre divorced, why come back?â
He looked at Sophia and added, âDidnât do too well out there, did you?â
Compared to Patriciaâs high and mighty attitude, Daniel was a tad more gentle, but it was still a kind of elderâs arrogance that said, âSee, I knew you couldnât cut it.â
Sophia couldnât help but laugh and glanced back at him. âIâm doing just fine, thanks for your concern.â
âIf youâre doing so well, why come back?â Daniel said, âIf youâve chosen to split, itâs better to let bygones be bygones. All this back-and-forth is messy, and itâs not good for anyone, whether you remarry or Brandon does. You should know, Brandonâs been hung up on Mr. Frostâs youngest daughter, Yolanda,â Daniel said to Sophia, adding, âNow that Yolandaâs back and theyâre both single, both families know each other well, itâs a good match.â
âDonât worry, Iâm only back for work, not to entangle with your son,â Sophia cut him off coolly, turning back around, âYour son isnât worth me coming back for, nor is he worth me giving up my career. Once Iâm done with the current project,â
The conference room door was suddenly flung open from the outside, interrupting Sophia.
Sophia instinctively turned back and caught sight of Brandon with an expressionless face.
Daniel saw Brandon too and frowned in displeasure. Just as he was about to scold, Brandon strode forward, bent down to grab Sophiaâs wrist, and pulled her to her feet before turning to Daniel.
âWho let you come here?â he asked, his voice icy, âWho gave you the right?â
Daniel laughed in irritation. âWhatâs with that attitude? I heard my former daughter-in-law was working at the company, I came to check in. Whatâs wrong with that? Do I need a pass?â
âIs this how you come to see someone? Brandon retorted, âWas one Patricia this morning not enough, so you too need to come here and flex your muscles?â
Danielâs face grew cold with anger. âDo you know what youâre saying? Is that how you speak to your father?â
âDo you even act like a father?â
Daniel was left speechless, choking on his rage, and he glanced at Sophia.
Sophia wasnât looking at him or Brandon; she just tried carefully to pry Brandonâs hand off her wrist. She didnât want to get caught in the father-son feud, nor did she want to stick around.
But she couldnât break free.
Brandonâs grip was firm.
He didnât look back at Sophia either, just kept his eyes on Daniel. âThe 17th floor is not your jurisdiction. If I catch wind of you coming here again, donât expect me to be nice.â
âAnd you better stay away from my people,â Brandon added, âWhether itâs my work or my personal life, itâs my own business, and it has nothing to do with anyone else. I hope you donât use the fact that youâre my father to interfere-I donât want to have to cut ties with you.â
With that, he pulled Sophia along and walked off without looking back.
Behind them came Danielâs furious voice, breaking through his composure. âYou ingrate, is this how you treat your own father? I raised you for nothing.â
Sophia didnât look back at Daniel, nor did she struggle, just silently let Brandon lead her downstairs.
It wasnât until they were in the car that Brandon finally let go of her wrist, his face still tight, not speaking a word.
Sophia didnât speak either, just rubbed her wrist for a while before softly saying, âIâve got an appointment with Cindy to look at houses, I should get going, itâs not nice to keep someone waiting.â
After saying this, Sophia tried to push the car door open.
But just as the door cracked open, a hand suddenly reached over from behind and slammed it shut.
Sophia looked up to see the handsome face close to hers.
Brandon was looking at her too, his eyes deep and cold.