Chapter 837 I Pay
Sebastian Johnson, the head of the police station escorted Branden to the entrance and said in an exceptionally respectful and amiable manner, “Mr. Duncan, rest assured. We will thoroughly interrogate this group of thugs. They dared to attack you and disturb the public order in our city. It is a vile and egregious example of such behavior.”
After hearing this, Branden gave a polite glance at him and softly said, ” Thank you, Mr. Johnson.”
Sebastian’s heart bloomed with joy. He was worried about not meeting performance targets, but he hadn’t expected Branden to deliver such a significant case to him. It was a perfect opportunity to get his subordinates to start a serious investigation.
Sebastian was preparing to personally escort Branden to his car when suddenly Branden stopped and looked back. “By the way, I’ve heard that recently a group of individuals illegally entered from abroad and were brought to the police station. I wonder how they are being handled?”
When Sebastian heard this, his face immediately darkened. Although Branden did not explicitly state it, the rumors from higher-ups when the orders were given made it clear to Sebastian that those people were sent here by Branden.
However, with the suspects released, Sebastian was at a loss regarding how to reply to it.
Sensing Sebastian’s discomfort, Branden didn’t press further. He just simply got into his car and drove off without looking back.
Inside the car, Paxton reported the latest investigation results to Branden. “Sir, we’ve discovered that all those individuals have been let go.”
Hearing this, Branden narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger flickering within. “He’s got some nerve!”
“It’s my incompetence!” Paxton admitted his fault immediately.
Paxton had thought that he could rest easy after bringing those overseas guys in. But he hadn’t anticipated the power and reach of the person behind the scenes.
After only a few days in custody, the suspects had been fast-tracked and deported back to their home country.
It was only upon visiting the police station today that they learned of this development.
However, now that they were aware, it would be much harder for their adversaries to meddle from the shadows again.
Then Branden said, “Paxton, I’ll leave you to handle it. Now, send me to Styre University.”
Branden delegated this matter to Paxton. His trip to Styre University had already been delayed due to this incident, and he didn’t want it to delay his meeting with Catherine.
Upon receiving Branden’s instructions, the driver pressed the accelerator deeper, and the high-performance car instantly gained speed, racing off like a bolt of lightning.
Marshall was snarking about their university with righteous indignation, but when he turned to see Catherine, he found that her face showed no hint of surprise.
Seeing this, Marshall couldn’t help but feel puzzled, and said, “Catherine, here I am, so exasperated. Don’t you care at all?”
This morning, Farrell got in touch with Marshall and was told that after careful consideration, the school had decided to accept sponsorship from Reelyne Technologies.
Learning the news, Marshall was speechless with rage, and he immediately stormed into Farrell’s office to have a fierce argument with him.
However, Ultan also felt quite helpless about this decision. Although he was in charge, he had no final say in anything. Because He had to consider the entire school, not to mention that superiors were putting on the pressure.
Marshall knew the difficulties that Ultan faced, and since this talk made little progress, he could only relay the news to Catherine.
Nevertheless, faced with Marshall’s questioning, Catherine looked at him with a blank expression, and said, ” Care? What’s there to care about?”
Marshall couldn’t comprehend her reaction. “They’re trying to push Branden out. Doesn’t that bother you?”
“People are offering you money to spend, and you think it’s too little?” Catherine said, giving him a sidelong glance, sizing him up.
Marshall paused for a moment as if pondering Catherine’s words.
Then Catherine patted the equipment next to her and said quite seriously, ” These devices have been used for two or three years. It’s about time to replace them.”
Upon hearing these words, Marshall realized something at once and his gloomy expression finally cleared.
“You’re right, Catherine. Now that we have a new, generous sponsor-or should I say benefactor-we don’t have to live so frugally anymore. It’s high time to replace all this outdated equipment.”
Marshall thought, ‘Although these devices have been used for two or three years, they are still relatively new thanks to our meticulous maintenance. But machinery gets outdated quickly, and now with new sponsorship, there is no reason not to take advantage of it.’
“I’ll go to find Mr. Farrell right away!” Marshall excitedly said to Catherine and hurriedly rushed towards Ultan’s office.
Marshall’s urgency now was as great as his disdain had been before; he feared that the new wealthy sponsor might slip away.
Catherine glanced at the surrounding equipment and a cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
‘If there is money to be spent on sponsorship, I would like to help,’ she thought. ‘We’ll see who has the last laugh there.’
By this time, Amelia happened to be passing by and was ready to bring a meal for Catherine. She stood at the doorway, peeking in at Catherine. ” Super Catherine, will you be having dinner in the lab tonight?”
It was then that Catherine realized it was already time for dinner.
The day was drawing to a close.
Thinking that someone might already be waiting at the door, Catherine declined Amelia’s kind offer. “Thanks, but I’m heading back to my apartment.
Hearing this, Amelia then left on her own. After all, everyone knew that Catherine was Branden’s concern.
After Amelia left, Catherine packed up her things and stepped out of the lab. Sure enough, as soon as she exited the school gates, she saw the familiar car parked at the entrance.
When Branden saw Catherine, the car drove straight towards her and came to a steady stop by her side. Then Branden himself opened the door, helping her into the car. “How did the experiments go today?” he asked, passing the carefully prepared fruit slices to Catherine and placing them in front of her.
At that moment, Catherine, in a posture of languid ease, leaned back in her chair in a particularly relaxed manner, nibbling on the fruit that Branden had meticulously cut for her while they chatted idly.
Seeing a laptop set up in front of her, Catherine knew that Branden must have planned to work in the car.
So in this case, Catherine told him to carry on with his work and that she could take the time to rest. “I’m tired. I’ll take a break while you work.”
“Sounds great.” His voice unconsciously carried a hint of doting as he fetched a small blanket to cover her.
After settling everything, he then returned to his laptop to continue with his work.
Just then, Catherine glanced over and saw the saved names of the files on his computer. She remembered the name of the document that Zobber had mentioned to her before-it was the contract for the collaborative project between the Duncan Corporation and the Breens.
Catherine never inquired about Branden’s business affairs, and he, in turn, never put up defenses around her.
Staring at that document, Catherine felt a surge of emotion well up. She couldn’t help thinking, ‘Could it be that Branden was going to enter into an in- depth partnership with the Breens?’
