Chapter 517: Chapter 520

Chapter 520 What Do You Mean?

Upon Finn’s reminder, Brandon remembered his makeup.

Brandon asked, “Where’s the makeup artist? I’ll get her to remove the makeup for me.”

“The meeting will start in forty minutes.” Finn raised his wrist to look at the time.

It meant that it was too late.

If Brandon wanted to remove his makeup, he definitely wouldn’t have time to put on makeup when he came back, and their plan would be ruined.

“If I can’t make it back in time, you can handle the meeting for me for a moment.”

In Brandon’s mind, Savanna would always be put first. Nothing was more important than her. Moreover, this was just an ordinary meeting.

Finn heard this and sneered. “I can handle it. But the fewer you attend these meetings, the more flaws you will have in the future. Those old bastards of the Orwell family can’t be trifled with.”

Brandon had walked out of the door, but when he heard this, he suddenly stopped.

“What do you mean?”

“You’d better not leave. Just focus on this meeting. It’s very important. Everyone only cares about the content. No one will see whether you are real or not,” Finn advised.

Brandon thought for a moment and took out his phone from his pocket. “Well, I’ll give Savanna a call.”

“Mr. Cassel, are you going to tell Savanna all these things?” Finn asked.

Brandon thought that Finn would stop him and then said firmly, “I promised Savanna that I would not keep anything to her.”

However, to Brandon’s surprise, Finn did not mean to stop him. Instead, Finn said, “Go ahead.”

Just as Brandon pressed the call button and made the connection, Finn suddenly opened his mouth in the wheelchair.

Finn said, “Mr. Cassel, I hope you can understand one thing before you make the call. Whoever knows this secret will be put in danger.”

“What do you mean?” Brandon frowned again.

Brandon knew that Finn would not be so kind as to let him say these things.

“If one day, you meet your dear wife on the turf of the Orwell family with my identity, can you guarantee that she will not reveal any flaws when she knows your identity?”

This time, Finn was not exaggerating.

Perhaps Finn became kind when he was about to die.

Finn reminded Brandon earnestly. After all, the Orwell family was so rich. If the inheritor was settled, no one would dare to cause trouble.

Once they found out that Brandon was a fake, those greedy old bastards on the board of the Orwell Group would definitely take action.

At that time, Brandon and his wife would definitely be the first to be targeted.

“Hello, Brandon.”

The phone was connected, and Savanna’s voice came from the other side of the line.

Her voice was very gentle, and Brandon was touched instantly.

Brandon, who was almost 6 feet 3 inches tall, couldn’t help becoming gentle.

He asked softly, “Savanna, have you been to the company?”

Savanna replied in a soft voice, “Lizeth made some soup. I’ll send you some.”

Hearing that Savanna was so concerned about him, Brandon felt warm. He thought that it was worth it no matter how much he had to pay.

“Savanna, you are so good to me.”

Savanna chuckled and then asked, “Brandon, are you done with your meeting? I will wait for you in the office. When the soup is cold, it won’t taste good.”

Savanna deliberately said that. She knew that the soup wouldn’t be cold for a while as it was stored in the thermos.

She just wanted to see where Brandon was.

If Savanna directly asked Brandon, it would hurt him, and she didn’t want Brandon to feel that she didn’t trust him at all.

Brandon held the phone and opened his mouth, but he didn’t say anything. Then Brandon looked at Finn in the wheelchair.

Finn raised his head and looked at Brandon with a sly smile, and he seemed to provoke Brandon.

Finn thought, if you tell her these secrets, anyway, the one who will be in danger is not my wife.

If those old bastards find out one day, she will suffer.

Brandon glared at Finn.

“Brandon, are you there?” Savanna urged him.

“Savanna, I’m here.” The moment he spoke to Savanna, Brandon’s tone became soft. “But I can’t come back for a while. I’m in another company.”

“You have a meeting in someone else’s company? Is there a new project?” Savanna asked curiously, “Which company? If you go there personally, it must not be a small one.”

Savanna continued to corner Brandon, and he couldn’t go on to lie. He must say something convincing.

“You know this company, the Orwell Group,” Brandon replied.

“The Orwell Group?” Savanna instantly sat up straight in her chair. “You’re in the Orwell Group?”

No wonder Brandon wanted to keep it from her.

Brandon said he was going there to work, but Savanna didn’t think it was very credible.

Savanna thought of many possibilities, and her biggest worry was whether Brandon was threatened.

She thought, those people from the Orwell Group are crazy or ill. They don’t seem to be good.

Brandon didn’t stay far away and instead went to their company. Do they get the goods on him?

Brandon knew Savanna well and had guessed what she was thinking. He comforted her and said, “Savanna, don’t be so nervous. I’m really here to talk about a project.‘

Brandon removed the phone from his ear and pulled out a document that would be used for the meeting.

He took a photo of it and wanted to send it to Savanna.

There was a click.

Meanwhile, Finn said naturally, “Mr. Cassel, that is confidential. How could you take a picture?”

Savanna had sharp ears and heard Finn’s voice. She asked curiously, “Brandon, is the one who spoke Mr. Orwell? Is that confidential like he said?”

“Don’t worry about him. I’ll take a picture of the document that will be used later. You’ll be relieved once you see it.” Brandon was about to send the photo over.

Savanna quickly said, “Brandon, don’t do that. I believe in you.

Brandon stopped sending the photo and comforted Savanna in a gentle voice, “Savanna, Finn and I are both businessmen. I agreed to work with him. It’s definitely because of its win–win outcomes.”

Brandon was right. Once he successfully disguised himself as Finn and replaced him, Brandon could take charge of the Orwell Group.

Even though Brandon wasn’t so obsessed with money, which man could resist the great power brought by the wealthy Orwell group?

Moreover, Brandon had someone to protect right now.

This kind of power was more attractive.

“Brandon, I believe you, but I’m just worried about you.” Savanna sighed. “I’m relieved to hear that you’re fine.”

“Honey, don’t worry. I’ll be fine,” Brandon said in a very doting voice.

Finn couldn’t stand it and complained, “Mr. Cassel, do you realize that this is my office?”