Chapter 776 Mature Charm
"What's up? Something wrong?" the guy outside asked.
Mia replied, "My car won't start."
The guy, who seemed to be the driver of the bulletproof car, looked a bit impatient. He glanced at his boss's car and said, "Let me check it out. Hand me the keys."
Since he was driving a bulletproof car, Mia figured he wasn't just anyone. She grabbed her bag, got out, and gave him the keys.
Just then, the window of the bulletproof car rolled down.
"Mike, what's going on?" a calm male voice asked.
Mike quickly stepped up. "Mr. Smith, her car won't start. I'll check it and move it right away."
Brandon glanced at the car, then at Mia, recognizing her.
Mia seemed surprised to see him too.
"Ms. Thompson, what a coincidence," Brandon said with a slight smile.
Mia stepped forward. "Mr. Smith."
As a bank manager, Mia often attended high-society events and met influential people. She had met Brandon once and exchanged a few words, but that was it.
Someone like Brandon wasn't easy to befriend, even for someone like Mia. It would all depend on whether he saw something in her that made him want to connect.
They hadn't seen each other in about a year, and Mia didn't expect him to remember her.
Brandon noticed Mia's eyes were red and misty, showing she had been crying, with tear stains at the corners.
"What happened?" He wanted to ask why she had been crying.
Mia thought he was asking about her car and said, "My car won't start."
"Really?"
She cried because her car wouldn't start? Clearly, that wasn't it.
Brandon knew Mia misunderstood his question, or maybe she was pretending to.
Mike quickly said, "Mr. Smith, I'll check her car and be right back."
Brandon nodded. "Go ahead."
Mike took Mia's keys, got into her car, and tried starting it a few times, but it didn't work. He got out, opened the hood, and started troubleshooting.
It was autumn, and the air was chilly. Mia was dressed lightly and shivered as the wind blew.
The car door opened, and Brandon shifted over, making room for her. "Come in, it might take a while."
Mia wanted to decline, but since the door was open, she got in and closed it. "Thank you, Mr. Smith."
The car was warm, with a faint scent of perfume, clearly a woman's.
Brandon noticed the tear stains at the corners of her eyes. He took out a clean white handkerchief and handed it to her.
He didn't say anything, just handed her the handkerchief.
Mia took it and wiped her eyes. "Thank you."
Brandon looked at her calmly.
There were kiss marks on her neck, likely from a man.
Brandon observed Mia, finding her beautiful and well-maintained, looking like she was in her thirties even though she was in her forties. Her beauty wasn't just skin-deep; it was in her demeanor.
Her mature charm was something women in their twenties couldn't match.
