Three Months at Most
1424 Words
Her phone number was a new one, and she hadn't notified others. How did the man know her number so quickly?
She narrowed her eyes vigilantly.
"It's me. May I ask who you are?"
"I'm Bryson."
What? Bryson?
She only knew one Bryson, the president of Cordova Group. It was the richest and most powerful business empire in Peace City. Moreover, Bryson was the most handsome man in Peace City. So, he was the Prince Charming that countless women in Peace City would kill to marry.
Audrey asked subconsciously.
"Which Bryson are you?"
A faint voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Ms. Audrey, which Bryson do you know besides me?"
Audrey couldn't answer.
"Mr. Bryson, how do you get my phone number?" Audrey asked suspiciously, "May I know what you are looking for me for?"
Someone like Bryson on the top of the social pyramid wouldn't look for her, a nobody, for no reason, right?
Or ... was he a fake?
"I heard that Ms. Audrey saved my grandmother today."
'What? The person I saved today was Bryson Cordova's grandmother? She is like the Empress dowager of Peace City.'
Audrey carefully gave it a careful analysis before she replied.
"It's no big deal! Mr. Bryson, if you want to thank me for it, there is no need for you to do so!"
"Ms. Audrey, I need you to do something for me."
Audrey thought that after she said this, Bryson would quickly hang up, lest she would pester him. The sudden change of the topic threw her at a loss.
"What is it?"
"Let's talk when we meet." The simple reply was heavy with authority.
Audrey was lost for words.
...
Audrey didn't know why Bryson wanted to talk with her or what kind of person Bryson was.
She wasn't afraid of any rich people, but Bryson was rich to a fault. Bryson was a tyrant who enjoyed supreme power in Peace City, so she had better obey him.
So, just an hour after she left the Cordova Mansion, she had no choice but to return by taxi.
Once again at the Cordova Mansion, the guards at the main gate were much friendlier to Audrey. Not only did they respectfully call her Ms. Audrey, but they also helped her open the door.
Bryson should have instructed them to do so, right?
Just as Audrey walked into the villa, a servant came forward to greet her.
"Ms. Audrey, Mr. Bryson is waiting for you in the study. Please follow me."
"Alright."
When the servant brought Audrey to the study, the door happened to be open. Someone was reporting to Bryson. Halfway through, Bryson threw a folder at the man's face.
Bryson then coldly scolded, "Is there no one capable in your planning department? How dare you show me this kind of plan? Do it again immediately. If you can't come up with a new plan tomorrow, pack up your stuff and leave."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The director of the planning department picked up the folder on the ground gingerly and ran out from the study.
The servant wanted to go forward to report. Seeing this scene, she took two steps back in fear. She then awkwardly said to Audrey, "Ms. Audrey, Mr. Bryson is inside. You can go in directly. I'll excuse myself."
After saying that, the servant quickly turned around and disappeared.
Audrey couldn't believe what she saw.
She glanced at Bryson hurriedly just now.
His white shirt abstinently buttoned up to the top. His appearance could be described as perfect. His features were like sculptures, and he was extremely handsome. However, the coldness he showed and the authoritative aura emitted from his body discouraged others from drooling over his good looks.
Now, it was April and warm, but his appearance seemed to have reversed the season back to the chilly winter, causing people to tremble from cold.
Intuition told Audrey that Bryson was an extremely dangerous man.
Audrey forced herself to knock on the door. Then she cleared her throat before she spoke.
"Hello, Mr. Bryson, I'm Audrey!"
The cold-faced man sitting behind the desk looked up at Audrey.
As his gaze fell on her, Audrey felt quite stressed. She knew that Bryson was looking at her.
A few seconds later, Bryson pointed at the sofa opposite him and said, "Ms. Audrey, please sit down!"
Audrey walked in under pressure.
Sitting on the sofa, she looked at Bryson cautiously.
"Mr. Bryson, may I know what you want to talk with me?"
"My grandmother."
"What?"
"My grandmother suffers from intermittent amnesia. Now that her illness attacks her, she recognizes you as my deceased sister."
Audrey pointed at her nose in disbelief, "Me?"
Bryson nodded with a trace of sadness on his cold face.
"Then why did you call me?"
"The doctor said that Grandma is not up for another blow from my sister's death, so..."
Audrey frowned.
"So, Mr. Bryson, do you invite me over because you want me to pretend to be your sister?"
"You may well say that!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bryson. I can't agree to your request."
"As long as you do, Ms. Audrey, you are free to ask me to do anything," Bryson said proudly.
This was indeed a tempting offer.
Audrey still refused, "Mr. Bryson, you should have investigated me. I'm a lawyer, and I can't do anything against morality."
Bryson looked at Audrey for three seconds before suddenly getting up.
Audrey was subconsciously nervous.
Bryson handed Audrey a dozen documents.
"Ms. Audrey, take a look at this before making a decision."
After receiving the information, Audrey narrowed her eyes as soon as she glanced at it.
This was a medical report from a hospital.
From it, one could see Kylee's condition was hanging by a thread. If she suffered another blow, she would probably die immediately.
What was on the report softened Audrey.
Audrey tightened her grip on the report in her hand.
How despicable!
Bryson saw Audrey soften her face and added.
"She has been on a hunger strike since the lunch today. She won't eat anything before she sees you."
Bryson's words destroyed Audrey's last straw.
Audrey closed her eyes slightly. After taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes, which revealed her compromise.
"Alright, Mr. Bryson, I can agree to your request, but I have conditions."
"Ms. Audrey, please."
"Three months at most. No matter what happens to Madam Cordova, I won't see her again after that."
"Sure! Then what does Ms. Audrey want?" Bryson said with his jaw raised.
Audrey shook her head.
"Mr. Bryson, I am willing to help just for the sake of Madam Cordova. It's not that I want something from you, which will turn this whole thing into a transaction. And I don't like transaction."
"Alright, but Ms. Audrey, if you need any help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."
"Alright."
Bryson stretched out his hand and said, "Ms. Audrey, thank you."
Audrey stretched out her small hand and clasped Bryson's.
Somehow, when she held Bryson's hand, she felt an invisible vine running from Bryson's palm, tightly wrapping around her.
Bryson briefly explained the situation of the Cordova family to Audrey.
Right now, Audrey was in the Cordova Mansion. Only Bryson and his grandmother lived here. Bryson's parents lived in another villa. Furthermore, they had recently gone abroad and would not return any time soon.
Bryson and Audrey came out of Bryson's study and went to Kylee's room.
Bryson knocked on the door.
No one answered inside.
Bryson knocked again. "Grandma!"
"I said I won't eat. If Elliana doesn't come, I won't eat!"
"She's right outside the door."
"Stop fooling me. I don't believe you. If she comes, let her call me."
Bryson signaled to Audrey.
Audrey cleared her throat. "Grandma, it's me, Elliana. Open the door."
The silence in the room was broken by a burst of hurried footsteps, and the door handle moved, but the door did not open.
"You naughty girl, why don't come see me since you are in the city? You want me to open the door. No way."
Audrey rolled her clever eyes.
"Grandma, if you don't open the door, then I'll leave."
The room quieted down, and Kylee did not say anything else.
Audrey continued, "I am leaving."
Just as Audrey finished speaking, the door was suddenly opened. Kylee dashed out and grabbed Audrey's wrist with great strength as if she was afraid that if she let go, Audrey would leave.
"Don't you dare!" Kylee glared at Audrey.
- Writer
