Upon hearing this, Pearl Carson also looked toward the door, meeting Brandon's cold gaze.

It really was him! What the hell was he doing there? She had instructed him not to follow her, did he disobey her order? How can she work with someone who disobeys her instructions?

Pearl's eyes brightened for a moment, and she clenched her fists tightly.

"Mr. Brandon, what brings you here? Please, have a seat." Mr. Douglas hurried over, showing utmost respect.

The men present were all older than Brandon, yet they wore expressions as if they were facing an angel of death, and they were terrified of offending him.

After all, even though Brandon...