?<strong>Chapter 582:</strong>


    After hanging up the phone, Brook slept for another two hours before his assistant called him to deal with some work matters.


    When Brook got up, he listened to the assistant’s report and then casually inquired, “Has there been any gossip circting in thepany?”


    The assistant seemed taken aback but nodded. “Yes, it’s about Jayden Owen and our chairman.”


    Brook again asked casually, “What have they been saying about?”


    “They’re saying our chairman is cold-blooded and unsympathetic, and he nearly killed Jayden,” the assistant replied cautiously. “Do you want me to find out who started the rumor?”


    Brook shook his head dismissively, “No need to intervene. Let it spread.”


    The assistant nodded, then ventured curiously, “Sir, did the chairman really almost kill Jayden? Wasn’t he quite fond of Jayden before?”


    Without looking up, Brook cautioned his assistant, “Don’t delve too deeply. I’m sure you don’t want to lose your job.”


    The assistant fell silent awkwardly.


    “Alright, you can go ahead and attend to your other duties,” Brook said, signaling the end of their conversation.


    During his workday, Brook received several messages from Corrie, imploring him to go meet his grandpa as soon as possible.


    Brook was in no hurry and remained calm upon seeing Corrie’s urgency. He decided he would visit his grandpa only after finishing work.


    However, Corrie’s patience wore thin. At one o’clock in the afternoon, she arrived at the Owen Group building, walking into Brook’s office in her high heels.


    Looking up and noticing Corrie, Brook returned his focus to the document in his hands.


    Corrie’s lips twitched slightly. Putting on an insincere smile, she said, “You’re not even eager for a promotion. Are you pretending to be indifferent to fame and fortune?”


    Without lifting his gaze, Brook responded, “You must be kidding. I’m simply tied up with work.”


    Corrie sneered, rolling her eyes. “Come to your grandpa with me now. I’ll hand your lover back to you.”


    Brook’s hand, which was twirling the pen, froze for two seconds before resuming its motion.


    Casually, he replied, “You needn’t return her to me. I’ve grown weary of her.”


    “Oh? Are you serious?” Corrie shot him an inquiring nce, hoping to discern some hint from his expression, but he ignored her.


    Unwilling to give up, she persisted, “Jennie misses you every day. She’s crying, hoping you’ll find her soon and take her home.


    ” Pausing for effect, she asked with a faint smile, “So you don’t want her anymore?”


    “She was just a ything, something to pass the time. Now that you’ve taken her away, I have a reason to find a new one,” Brook replied, raising his eyes to smile at Corrie. “You didn’t think I’d be deep in love with some ordinary girl like her, did you?”


    Corrie couldn’t discern any attachment from Brook towards Jennie, which only worsened her mood.


    She knew men could never be trusted. They were always lying about love. She had thought she could use Jennie to control Brook, but it seemed that little slut was of no use after all.


    Frustrated, she asked, “So when are you nning to meet your grandpa? Don’t tell me you’re not going today.”


    “I’ll go as soon as I’m finished with my work,” Brook replied calmly.


    Corrie sneered, sat on the sofa, and crossed her arms, eyes fixed on him.


    She would sit there and wait for him to see how long he could procrastinate.


    Observing Corrie’s patient stance, Brook decreased his pace further. By the time hepleted his tasks, it was time to finish for the day.


    He picked up a document and tucked it into his briefcase. Looking over at the sprawled and drowsy Corrie on the sofa, he said, “Let’s go visit my grandpa.”


    Startled awake, Corrie quicklyposed herself and followed him out of the office.


    It was already time for dinner when they arrived at Enzo’s residence.


    Seeing them, Enzo greeted them with surprise, “You’re here for dinner, aren’t you?”


    Corrie felt embarrassed and struggled for words, but Brook interjected calmly, “We thought we’d join you for a meal. No particr reason.”


    Enzo smiled and instructed the cooks to prepare extra food. Before the dishes arrived, the three of them gathered in the study.


    Seated on the chair, Enzo regarded them both and remarked, “I understand you’vepleted the mission. Well done, both of you.”


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