Chapter 237

Claire stood there quietly. Just waiting for him. She wasn’t scared of his cold face—who was he trying to intimidate? Michael: "That’s meeee~" Brandon practically bounced over like a stray pup that finally found its owner. "Boss! I’m here!" Julian looked like he seriously considered smacking him. "What did I tell you before, huh?" "If you're mad, just hit me." Brandon put on a totally resigned look and flipped his black jacket open like he was prepared for execution. "Go ahead, take your best shot." Julian’s brow furrowed hard. This thick-skinned troublemaker—nothing he could do about him. Then his gaze, sharp as a knife, shifted past Claire and landed on Michael, who was half-hiding behind her. "You, get over here." Michael was already crying inside. Knew it. Knew this was coming. He didn’t budge. From behind Claire, he stammered, "I tried to talk her out of it. Swear I did. But she wouldn’t listen!" "Come here. We’ll just talk, no hitting." "..." Yeah, no way that’s true. Michael loo