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.

to be trifled with, especially if she really has ties to that pharmacologist. It’s extremely dangerous. If we approach Vivian without being well-prepared, it could even raise her

and failed

doctor entered the 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 down, his

face gradually turned grim, and the doctor was at a loss as to the cause of this sudden shift. He cautiously inquired, “Are you feeling unwell

and his face darkened as if he had remembered something

the memories returned, Sean slowly remembered what had happened

then fell asleep and didn’t take things further. The next day, he

is so embarrassing!” Sean scratched his head and yelled. It

Brandon stood up and checked on Sean. “Where is he injured? Why is he

steps back and said seriously, “As of now, I haven’t found any visible injuries on him. It’s possible that Sean was drugged

on the sofa and covered his red face, not wanting to confront the

He had effectively killed his own love before it had

the room, he reiterated, “I believe Sean is seriously hurt. It would be best for him

saying in a firm tone, “Don’t sweat it, Sean.

me be. I’ll be okay. It’s just too

He had

it head-on. Don’t be wishy- washy. Be a man,”

still has feelings for me?” Brandon hoisted Sean to his feet and

his hands and raked his fingers through his hair, filled with