Joanna looked at Lady Octavia’s stubbornness, knowing that there was no point in persuasion.
Now, she could only hope that Brandon Heath would co back quickly to end this farce.
Mr. Ashton, please co back soon, Joanna silently prayed in her heart.
*
After hanging up Aria Rowlett’s call, Brandon glanced at the unresolved car accident ahead, his brow furrowed as he asked the driver, "When will the road be clear?"
On his way back ho earlier, he had encountered a car accident.
And he had been stuck in traffic.
He had been stalled for nearly ten minutes already.
If it were any other ti, he wouldn’t be worried.
But now, thinking about Aria waiting for him at ho, he couldn’t remain calm.
"Sir, the cars in front still haven’t been moved. I’m afraid we won’t be able to leave anyti soon. If you’re in a hurry to get ho, we can take a detour."
"A detour? How long will that take?"
"Around an hour, more or less. The detour is quite far, but there should be no more traffic jams."
An hour?
Brandon’s brow tightened even more.
That certainly would not do.
He couldn’t let Aria wait for him that long, and he didn’t feel at ease either.
Looking at the long line of cars outside the window, Brandon didn’t hesitate to use his phone to make a call.
Soon, the call was picked up and a respectful voice ca through, "Minister."
"I’m stuck on XX Street; I must get ho imdiately. Make arrangents."
After a mont, Brandon hung up the call.
Less than five minutes after hanging up, a police car with blaring sirens pulled up next to the Rolls-Royce he was in.
The police car stopped, and a middle-aged man in uniform stepped out. Showing a respectful expression, the man walked to the back door of the Rolls-Royce.
The window was half-open.
The man glanced inside and, upon seeing the person inside, he imdiately bowed his head and called out respectfully, "Director Brandon, we’ve arranged a car for you. Please follow ."
Inside the car, Brandon looked at the man standing outside and imdiately got out.
As soon as he exited, several officers ca over to protect him and escorted him into the nearby police car.
Brandon’s identity was special, and the police station was worried that if he got out of the car and was recognized, it would cause a commotion. Thus, they arranged for several officers to protect him as he got into the car.
Nevertheless, so people still recognized him.
He stood over six feet tall, taller than those officers, creating a striking visual effect when he walked alongside them.
Those who recognized him were passengers in cars parked beside him.
"Hey, that guy looks so familiar, like I’ve seen him sowhere."
"Isn’t that the National Security Director, Brandon Heath? He was in that Rolls-Royce right beside us?"
"It really is Brandon. Did sothing happen to him? He looks like he’s in a real hurry."
"Brandon got into a police car and left on another road."
"No wonder we’re all stuck here, and he can just get in a police car and go. So it’s because he’s Brandon Heath. I thought soone must be pretty influential to get such special treatnt."
*
Now sitting in the police car, Brandon was no longer hindered by traffic jams, but his brow remained furrowed.
He was not worried that Lady Octavia would take Aria away.
As long as Aria stayed in the study and didn’t open the door for them, they wouldn’t be able to take her away.
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