The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 602

Or did Sean just agree to have dinner with her last night because he was investigating her?

Vivian’s eyes darkened. She wasn’t sure if it was Brandon’s directive to let Sean do it or if it was just his instinctive vigilance as Brandon’s assistant.

It seemed that she had to make a long-term plan to take revenge on the Larson Group.

In the office on the top floor.

Brandon’s hard expression softened once Vivian left. “How are you feeling? Is everything okay? I called the doctor from the infirmary and asked him to come and see you.”

Sean noticed a shift in Brandon’s tone and looked up at him, puzzled.

Realizing that Brandon wasn’t mad at him, but instead cared of him, Sean dared to ask, “Mr. Larson, aren’t you angry anymore?”

With a poker face, Brandon declared, “I knew you went to Vivian to get some information.”

When Sean realized Brandon had grasped his meaning, he was greatly moved. Eventually, after much effort, he succeeded in getting Brandon to appreciate his efforts.

was basking in his own thoughts, Brandon suddenly spoke in a more serious tone, his eyes emanating a cold light. “But Vivian isn’t someone to be trifled with, especially if she really has ties to that pharmacologist. It’s extremely dangerous. If we approach

He had been impulsive and failed to appreciate the gravity of the situation. “I won’t be

room. Sean leaned back on the sofa to cooperate with the doctor’s examination. It was only then that Sean had a chance to rest. As he calmed

was at a loss as to the cause of this sudden

darkened as if he had

wasn’t because of a physical issue, but rather as the memories returned, Sean slowly remembered what

kissed her, but then fell asleep and didn’t take

embarrassing!” Sean scratched his head and yelled. It was

“Where is he injured?

I haven’t found any visible injuries on him. It’s possible that Sean was drugged or something, so I recommend that

the sofa and covered his

shattered. He had effectively killed his own love before it had a chance to

his things and left. As he left the room, he reiterated, “I believe Sean is seriously hurt. It would be best for him to go to the hospital as

a firm tone, “Don’t sweat it, Sean. I’ll take you

disgruntled. “Mr. Larson, please leave me be. I’ll be okay. It’s just too

to send Sean home. He

face it head-on. Don’t be wishy- washy.

for me?” Brandon hoisted Sean to his feet and made him stand upright. He narrowed his eyes and replied, “Sean! Snap out of it! Estella was the one who offered to take you home last night. You blew your

his hands and raked his fingers