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.

light. “But Vivian isn’t someone to be trifled with, especially if she really has ties to that

previous night, Sean had also come to this realization. He had been impulsive and failed to appreciate the gravity of the situation. “I won’t be as reckless as I was

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 mind became much clearer. Suddenly, the events of the previous night

as to the cause of this sudden shift. He cautiously inquired,

a deep breath and his face darkened as if he had remembered something

a physical issue, but rather as the memories returned,

Estella and kissed her, but then fell asleep and didn’t take things further. The next day, he said he needed to be responsible

scratched his head and yelled. It was mortifying. He

stood up and checked on Sean. “Where

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

and covered his red

shattered. He had effectively killed his own love

Sean is seriously hurt. It would be best for him to go

patted him comfortingly on the shoulder, saying in a firm tone, “Don’t sweat it, Sean. I’ll

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

previous evening, he had asked Estella to send Sean home. He had hoped to set

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

hoisted Sean to his feet and made him stand upright.

in his hands and raked