Chapter 482

“Reporters took your picture at The People’s Hospital that day, Mr. Russell,” his assistant said hurriedly.

“Yes, I was there. It’s fine if someone took my picture,” he replied, appearing unfazed by the news. Paparazzi were everywhere; reporters flocked to any breaking story. He assumed it was a coincidence; they were probably covering the fire, not him.

“But…”

Alexander frowned at his assistant’s hesitation. “Spit it out. No need to stutter.”

“The reporter photographed you with a woman. You appeared… intimate,” the assistant finally blurted, still hesitant. His boss had never been involved in a scandal, making the news shocking. He continued, “Several magazine editors and social media outlets have the photos but haven’t published them. They want your opinion first.”

“What a joke,” Brittany fumed. The paparazzi got the picture, yet they needed his permission to publish it? Knowing Brandon had met with Alexander, she’d been searching for him daily, but he’d been elusive—office, home, bar. By the time she reached the bar, he’d vanished. He was clearly avoiding her.

His avoidance only fueled her anger.

“Why would I hide from you? I’m not hiding,” Brandon feigned innocence, shaking his hands, splashing water everywhere.

Brittany narrowed her eyes. He tried to flee, but she grabbed his tie, pulling him close. “Trying to escape?”

“N-no!” he stammered. “I was getting a tissue to wipe the water off you.”

“No need,” Brittany said, turning and taking several large strides toward his office—but not releasing his tie. She practically dragged him. He couldn’t fight back; he couldn’t be rough with his sister. His face flushed crimson as they walked past watching employees. “Brittany, Brittany, let go! I can’t breathe!”

The stares angered him. “Brittany Oakley!” he called, using her full name.

Finally, she stopped, turning to face him, her rage palpable. He caught his breath, yanking his tie free, loosening it. He glared. “You want an answer? Fine. Come with me.”

He strode into his office. “Come in.” He stood at the doorway, staring. Brittany hesitated for a moment before recovering. Defiant, she roared, “Sure! What are you afraid of?!”