Chapter 694
Brandon dismissed their bewildered expressions, his intense gaze boring into the agent with laser focus.
The agent finally grasped the meaning behind Brandon’s desperate inquiry. “Are you referring to the individual who previously occupied this apartment?” he ventured cautiously.
Brandon offered a curt nod, his stare never wavering from the agent’s increasingly uncomfortable face.
“Mr. Watson, I’m afraid I lack that information. I serve merely as a property agent. My knowledge extends only to the fact that this apartment recently became available, and I’m here conducting viewings,” the agent replied with professional detachment.
“Available?” Brandon repeated the word, feeling a tumultuous storm of conflicting emotions begin to rage within his chest.
“Precisely.” The agent exchanged a meaningful glance with the prospective female tenant before continuing his explanation. “The previous resident completed her relocation process and vacated the premises permanently.” Several heartbeats passed before Brandon could fully absorb the agent’s devastating revelation.
Millie had abandoned this place.
Had she somehow detected his lurking presence and fled deliberately? Or had darker forces been at work?
Myron’s calculating features materialized in Brandon’s tormented thoughts like a specter.
Could this departure be connected to Myron’s machinations?
The vivid recollection of Myron’s passionate embrace with Millie, their lips locked together, began replaying behind Brandon’s eyes with torturous clarity. Myron’s obvious hunger and her apparent surrender to his advances planted a devastating suspicion in Brandon’s tortured thoughts.
His pulse hammered against his ribcage as a tempest of raw emotions ravaged his composure.
Could the unthinkable possibility be true…?
This terrifying possibility threatened to annihilate what remained of his emotional stability entirely.
“Mr. Watson?” The agent’s concerned voice pierced through the suffocating silence, his professional instincts alerting him to Brandon’s prolonged, statue-like stillness.
Brandon jolted back to the present moment, his eyes now rimmed with crimson evidence of his inner turmoil.
He wrestled the emotional hurricane back into submission.
“Please accept my apologies,” he whispered hoarsely, emptying his wallet and pressing a substantial monetary offering into the agent’s surprised palm. Then, he pivoted sharply toward the exit.
“Mr. Watson, I—” The agent stared down at the thick bundle of cash now weighing in his hands, uncertainty paralyzing his actions. He considered pursuing Brandon to seek clarification, but the man had already vanished into the hallway’s depths, not casting a single backward glance. The agent and the bewildered woman exchanged utterly confused looks of mutual incomprehension.
“Should we divide this windfall between us?” the agent proposed with a pragmatic grin. “This appears to be compensation for both our troubles.”
“That sounds perfectly reasonable,” the woman responded with evident satisfaction.