Shrouded Affections Winning Back My CEO Wife - Chapter 444

Chapter 444:

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The vivid red card clearly indicated that it was an invitation to Brandon and Lydia’s opulent wedding anniversary party, extended to Eileen.

It was a business invitation that didn’t include Bryan, but it allowed Eileen to bring a guest.

“Perhaps you should simply mention their names,” Raymond suggested.

Eileen felt uneasy about his suggestion. After all, Bryan was also a member of the Dawson family. And they were a couple.

Raymond almost bit his tongue and quickly corrected himself. “Ah, I mean, what do you think? Should we go?”

“I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t go,” Eileen said as she entered her workplace after accepting the invitation. “If they’re brave enough to invite me, I’ll go. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Since it was their special day, any pranks would ruin it for Brandon and his wife. Eileen, however, wanted to bring a touch of “excitement” to the party.

“Will you be attending with Mr. Dawson?” Raymond asked.

Eileen paused for a moment before replying, “We’ll see.”

In truth, Bryan’s hair hadn’t fully regrown yet, and it wouldn’t be appropriate for a formal occasion.

Raymond chuckled quietly, trying to suppress his amusement. “Having Mr. Dawson accompany you might tarnish your image.”

Lately, even Raymond found Bryan’s untidy appearance rather unappealing. He had only seen Bryan at home, in pajamas, playing with toys with Gabriela, or at times, using small hair clips to amuse her.

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In reality, Bryan’s new hair barely covered his scar, leaving his typically stylish look incomplete. Still, Raymond had forgotten what Bryan looked like in a suit.

“Alright, keep this discreet. I’ll decide whether or not to bring him.”

Eileen felt a bit concerned. Bryan was also reluctant to see Brandon. He probably preferred staying home with Gabriela.

“Mr. Freguson has arrived,” Raymond said, smacking his forehead as he remembered. “He requested that you see him as soon as you returned.”

“Understood,” Eileen replied, grabbing her phone and heading to Julio’s office.

In the expansive office bathed in sunlight, Julio stood in the solitary shadowed corner, his gaze fixed on the view outside.

After Eileen knocked, Julio welcomed her inside and returned to his seat.

“How may I assist you, Mr. Freguson?”

“I need you to arrange a residence under either your name or Benjamin’s,” Julio instructed, pausing to light a cigarette before recalling Eileen’s child at home.

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