At the Smith Villa, the atmosphere was tense. Brandon was lounging on the terrace, a drink in hand, looking relaxed as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
His parents were inside, worried sick about the photos that had been trending all over the internet. They had always warned Brandon to stay clear of trouble or anything that would get their family name into the mud.
But now, he had unleashed such chaos.
“Brandon, you should really think about what you’re doing. Why still getting involved with that Kourtney girl,” his mother called out from inside. “You have no idea what kind of trouble you’re inviting. Your wedding to the other Allen young mistress is just a few days away. Goodness!”
“Relax, Mom. Besides, it’s not my fault those pictures were posted online,” Brandon said, a smirk on h
