Chapter 55

Following the maid's gaze, Naomi realized bodyguards stood at the entrance. Determined to leave, she was stopped.

A bodyguard said calmly, "Mrs. Ludwig, Mr. Ludwig said he wants to give you a gift and kindly requests you stay."

Naomi understood immediately. Brendan wanted her to witness him bringing someone else in to replace her as Mrs. Ludwig.

She laughed coldly. "Fine, I'll stay." If Brendan wanted a show, she would watch it.

Meanwhile, Brendan arrived at his office, his expression gloomy. Chloe cautiously opened the office door and entered.

"Brendan."

"What is it?" he asked, glancing at her and noticing her exhausted appearance.

"I'm sorry for last night. I was worried about you."

Brendan rubbed his temples but didn't respond to her apology. Seeing his reaction, Chloe approached his desk and softly asked, "Do you have a headache? Would you like a massage?"

Brendan leaned back. "There's no need."

Ignoring him, Chloe walked behind him and began massaging him. "It's better to get a massage if you're not feeling well. Otherwise, you won't be able to work."

Her soft words reminded Brendan of Naomi's matchmaking the previous night. He fell silent. Chloe remained quietly by his side. She had known Brendan for many years, serving as his secretary for several; she knew what he wanted.

After a while, Brendan sighed heavily. Chloe looked down at him, wondering if he was thinking of Sophia. If she had gained his favor because of a slight resemblance to Sophia, she considered herself fortunate.

Just as the office fell silent, Mason burst in, exclaiming, "Brendan, Jason said you were looking for me!"

The next moment, he saw the scene and stopped, grinning sarcastically. "I guess I came at the wrong time."

"Mr. Stone," Chloe greeted, quickly stopping her massage.

Upon seeing Mason, Brendan slowly opened his eyes and gave him a cold glance. Chloe stepped away from the desk as Mason strolled over, pulled up a chair, and sat opposite Brendan.

Observant, Chloe brewed tea for Mason and quietly left Brendan's office. The door closed gently behind her. Mason turned to Brendan. "Have you two made up?"

Brendan's face darkened. "You drove me home last night?"

Mason replied, "Yes! But you don't have to be so polite, Brendan. If you feel like thanking me, you can consider the Thirteenth…"

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