The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate



"I have no clue." The informant was Gordon, who was arranged by Marian in advance, "I suddenly received the information, saying he is currently on his way to the Moonlight Resort & Spa, and he should arrive in about half an hour."

"Is he crazy? Coming to find me at this time? Are there cops tailing him?"

Dennis got flustered all of a sudden. Although it had always been Gordon interacting with Jerry, Dennis had met Jerry before, and he feared that Jerry was sent by the police.

Although Brandon had been quiet these days, the news about the Zenitha-style resort project's construction site accident being ruled as man-made had been spreading like wildfire. Nell didn't die, but Sophia did - it was still an accident that resulted in a death. He didn't share Marian's innocence; if the police really came knocking, he feared he couldn't escape involvement.

He was currently negotiating a big project, stuck at the contract signing stage; abandoning the project and fleeing would make him seem even more suspicious.

"I don't know."

Gordon on the other end of the phone was just as clueless as Dennis, "I just got a call from Tomas. He seemed pretty baffled too, saying Jerry was steaming mad and wanted to come settle the score with you, even rattled off your hotel room number. He asked me what happened and told me to warn you to be careful. I called you right away after hanging up."

Tomas wasn't a stranger to Dennis, but they weren't close either. He only knew him as a straightforward and honest man, not particularly clever or adaptable, but always truthful.

"I got it."

Dennis took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, "Keep an eye out in secret, I can't afford to run into Jerry."

Gordon: "All right."

After hanging up, Dennis turned around, picked up his wallet and ID from the desk, and left immediately.

At the Zenitha-style resort construction site.

Tomas, who had just ended a video call with Kent, put down his phone uneasily and turned to Kent, "Kent, I've made the call exactly as you instructed."

Just a short while ago, Tomas had received a video call from Kent, who gave him a phone number to call. He was to tell the person on the line that Jerry was furiously heading over to confront Dennis, going as far as to reveal Dennis's room number. Then, he was to feign confusion and concern, asking what exactly had happened as if worried yet completely unaware.

The person on the other end was a man named Gordon, someone he had shared a meal with due to Jerry's connections, but their acquaintance was limited to just that one meal.

As Tomas was not well-acquainted with this man named Gordon, this bit of alert seemed reasonable and appropriate.

However, he couldn't fathom why Kent had him do this.

Kent had no intention of explaining his reason, just nodding slightly, "All right, you go ahead and get busy with your things."

After that, Kent hung up. He then opened the ride-hailing app on his phone, where the app's live feed displayed the real-time location of the vehicles transporting Jerry and Jared There was also a GPS tracking app for Marian's cara

with the estimated time of arrival at the hotel.

Kent took a screenshot and sent it to Brandon.

Brandon was already at Moonlight Resort & Spa, glancing at it with an expressionless face.

"Time exactly when Dennis and Marian will arrive at the hotel lobby."

After coldly instructing Kent, Brandon turned off his phone. He found an excellent vantage point on the second floor, pinched the timer on his watch, and watched the second hand tick by across the dial expressionlessly.

Dennis, fearing that Jerry would come knocking with the police, had panicked to the point of losing basic judgment. He hurriedly packed his documents and left.

His assistant and confidante Gordon was already waiting for him in the hallway, thinking of quickly getting him into the car and away.

When Dennis came out, Gordon quickly called out to him, "Mr. Barlow."This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Let's go."

Dennis said, too anxious to exchange pleasantries, turning to leave. But he hadn't expected that just as he turned, he would bump into a waiter delivering room service next door.

The food the waiter was carrying on his tray accidentally spilled all over him, staining his pants.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry."

The waiter apologized profusely, trying to wipe him clean while holding onto his pants.

Dennis was eager to leave and tried to pull his pants back, "It's fine, I'll take care of it myself."

Unexpectedly, the waiter, oblivious

to Dennis's cues, stubbornly clung to his pants and frantically searching for a wet wipe with one hand while anxiously saying, "Let me sort this out for you, it'll be quick."

Dennis couldn't retrieve his pants, and became exasperated, "I said it's fine, can't you understand plain English?"