Chapter 917 Taking the Blame
Upon receiving a message from Cory, Paxton immediately knocked on Brandenâs office door.
âBoss, thereâs good news from the lab, â he said.
Branden lifted his head slowly, his calm gaze coldly scanning Paxton.
Although Paxton was excited, he couldnât affect Branden, who remained composed.
âWhatâs the matter?â Branden asked.
âThe Arbotte Laboratory sent us a set of data,â Paxton explained. âLance said itâs crucial for overcoming our experimental obstacles and will play a key role in our project.â
Paxtonâs excitement was palpable as he spoke. After so much effort, the prospect of completion filled him with intense excitement.
Seeing Brandenâs impassive expression, Paxton couldnât help but feel puzzled. âBoss, arenât you pleased? âhe asked.
Branden came to his senses, a faint, enigmatic smile appearing on his cold face. âIndeed,â he said lightly.
Paxton understood that Branden must be very pleased at this moment.
Brandenâs mind was filled with thoughts of Catherine. It turned out she had overheard his conversation that night. With that in his mind, his smile involuntarily widened, and his gaze softened.
âFind out where Catherine is right now, âBranden instructed.
Paxton guessed that Branden intended to thank Catherine properly, so he hurried off to make preparations.
Before long, Paxton discovered Catherineâs whereabouts. âBoss, Miss Swann hasnât returned to her apartment. Our investigation shows sheâs headed towards the airport, seemingly to pick someone up.â
Branden, despite knowing Catherineâs whereabouts, did not interfere with her life. He kept track of her purely for her safety. Upon hearing the news, Branden furrowed his brow and then called Catherine.
âAre you at the airport?â he asked.
Catherine was not surprised that Branden knew where she was. âMr. Theo has arrived, and Iâm here to pick him up,â she replied.
At the same time, Paxton showed Branden Catherineâs latest location. Catherine hadnât reached the airport yet; she was still some distance away. After seeing her location, Branden made a quick decision.
âIâll meet you at the airport,â he said.
Catherine hadnât expected him to come, but since he said he would, she didnât stop him. âOkay, Iâll wait for you at the airport,â she said before hanging up.
Branden then stood up, took the coat Paxton handed to him, and prepared to leave.
âBoss, the car is downstairs. You can leave immediately,â Paxton informed him.
The moment Branden decided to leave, Paxton had already made all the arrangements. Branden admired his efficiency and headed towards the elevator, not wanting Catherine to wait too long.
Catherine didnât have many relatives around, especially not many elders. Thomas was one of her few elders. With an elder arriving, it was only natural for Branden to meet him personally.
Catherine didnât drive too fast because she knew Branden was coming. As soon as she arrived at the airport, she received a call from Branden.
His deep, gentle voice sounded. âIâm here. Where are you?â
âSo fast!â Catherine was somewhat surprised. She had expected to wait at the airport for a while, but Thomasâs plane wasnât due to arrive so soon, so there was no need to worry.
âIâm at Terminal 1, Gate 3. Come over!â Catherine said before hanging up the phone. Within two minutes, she saw Branden. He walked with large strides and great speed, with Paxton following closely behind.
His exceptional appearance and demeanor attracted the attention of passersby, but he paid no heed. His gaze constantly scanned the surroundings, as if searching for someone.
Intentionally, Catherine refrained from giving any hints. She wanted to know how long it would take Branden to find her.
Her test didnât last long. Just as she was about to start timing, Branden looked in her direction.
Their eyes met, and his previously slightly anxious and searching eyes instantly found direction. He strode decisively towards her.
Brandenâs speed was remarkable, and in almost a second, he was in front of Catherine. Only in her presence did he drop his cold demeanor.
His friends had teased him in the past, saying that he must have owed Catherine a lot in their past lives, so he had a cold and distant attitude toward everyone except her. But Branden wasnât interested in past lives. He only wanted to cherish the present and Catherine.
In his view, Catherine was already aloof enough. If he didnât show some love, she might grow tired of his icy facade. Similar things are more likely to breed contempt, and there were too many similarities between them in various aspects.
He didnât want to change Catherine, nor would he try. The only thing he could change was himself. He tried his best to become the person most suitable for her, hoping to cherish her forever.
âWaited long, huh?â The gentle voice slowly filled Catherineâs ears, warming her heart.
âI just got here!â She intentionally slowed down on the way, but Branden arrived much faster than she had anticipated. She raised an eyebrow, sizing up Branden, and mockingly said, âLooks like you turned the car into a plane, huh?â
Branden, usually fearless, now felt a sudden thumping in his heart. He quickly explained with a smile, âNo, I didnât drive. It was Paxton!â
In reality, it wasnât as exaggerated as flying a plane; he just sped up a bit, gave a heads-up to the DMV, and hit 200 miles per hour. But already sensing Catherineâs anger, Branden naturally wouldnât admit to any of this.
Paxton, standing nearby, saw Branden trying to pass the blame to him and immediately stepped forward. âMiss Swann, Iâll drive slower next time, I promise.â For the happiness of Branden, he was willing to sacrifice.
Catherine could easily see through their scheme. Paxton always followed Brandenâs orders. If it werenât for Brandenâs command, he wouldnât dare to drive so fast.
However, since they had arrived safely, Catherine didnât want to dwell on it.â Donât drive so fast for no reason!â
âYes!â Paxton replied, not even daring to lift his head. Seeing Catherine calm down, Branden gave Paxton a meaningful look, indicating a pay raise for him.
Paxton breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Catherine wasnât angry. Life was getting tougher; not only did he have to work hard for his boss, but he also had to take the blame for him.