Love Has Its Will

Chapter 539

Chapter 539 Internal Conflict NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Brandon left the hospital and drove to Finn's office at top speed.

The makeup artist and the dresser had been waiting for a long time. The minute Brandon pushed the door open, he was immediately pressed in front of the makeup mirror.

Finn said hastily, "There’s not enough time. Hurry up and put on makeup for him. Make his face a little sick. Don't make him look energetic."

This makeup had been done several times. The makeup artist had already accumulated experience. Soon, an extremely weak makeup was done.

Looking at his pale face in the mirror, Brandon even wanted to cough.

This makeup was very vivid. If Savanna saw him, she might be worried about him.

Finn appreciated the makeup in the mirror and nodded in praise. "It looked more real than me, a person who has been sick for a long time."

Brandon went in and changed his clothes. In the eyes of others, he looked sick and bloodless, and he simply became a copy of Finn.

However, after looking at himself in the mirror, he still smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. Although he had been deliberately controlling his diet over the past few days and lost some muscles, he was still far from being as sick as Finn.

This could be considered a flaw. He would definitely be seen through by observant people.

"I know what you are worried about." Finn was smart and got it. "But you look exactly the same as me and have put on makeup. Except for people who are extremely close to us, no one will be able to see through you."

Brandon raised his hand to look at his watch. He didn't have time. He adjusted his tie and sat back in the wheelchair. He asked Gerald to push him away.

In the back seat of Aston Martin, Brandon sat on the leather seat and closed his eyes to rest.

He went through all the possible things that could happen in the bidding conference in his mind and thought of all kinds of countermeasures.

"Mr. Cassel, we are here."

The driver Gerald reminded. Brandon finally opened his eyes. "From now on, I am Finn."

Gerald got understood instantly and said, "Mr. Orwell, we are here. You can get off now.”

As he spoke, Gerald opened the car door, got out of the car, and took a wheelchair from the trunk. He respectfully pushed the wheelchair to the car door and helped "Finn" out of the car.

The bidding conference was held in a newly built opera house. The exterior design of the opera house was very unique and artistic, like a white sail.

The inside was also very large, like a basin. The stage was at the lowest point, surrounded by a circle of seats in order to make it convenient to watch.

After entering, he found the venue very lively. The dancing stage in the center was flashing with light plates telling about the theme. There were people in more than half of the seats. Brandon looked around and saw many acquaintances.

All the companies were arranged positions, and most of the people from the Orwell Group had already arrived. Gerald pushed Finn over and saw a pest in the distance.

Brandon frowned and asked in disgust, "Why is Daryl here? Does he also want to bid?"

Gerald replied in a low voice, "Mr. Daryl has been particularly active in the company recently. He is determined to show off."

Generally, a company would only submit one project proposal for this kind of bidding conference. When Brandon saw Daryl being triumphant, Brandon was a little worried.

As he expected, Daryl looked at him proudly. "Finn, you don't have to come since you are not in good health. I am here for this project."

As he spoke, he proudly patted the project proposal in his hand.

Brandon unconsciously frowned. It was not because he was afraid that Daryl would snatch this project. Daryl did not have the ability at all.

Brandon was afraid that others would think this was the level of the Orwell Group and thus doubt the ability of the entire Orwell Group after they saw Daryl's proposal.

However, in Daryl's eyes, this frown made him think that Brandon was afraid.

"Finn, there's really no need to be so nervous. We're family anyway. If my proposal hits the mark, I can hire you to help me with it," Daryl said arrogantly.

His arrogant tone made Brandon laugh. "My suggestion is that don't let others know you're stupid."

"What the fuck did you say?" Daryl was easily angered by Brandon's words.

Afraid of Daryl making a fuss, Gerald rushed in front of Brandon. "Mr. Daryl, this is not the right place to cause trouble. Please behave yourself."

"What are you arguing about?" At this time, a deep voice came from behind. Brandon turned and saw a man in a black custom-made suit with gray hair.

This man's hair was meticulously combed to the back. He was straight and loud.

Afraid that Brandon did not know who this was, Gerald reminded him in a clever way by greeting the man, "Mr. Orwell."

In fact, there was no need to remind Brandon. The blood relationship was strong. When Brandon saw this man, Brandon knew who he was.

"Look at what kind of place this is. If you two dare to have an internal conflict here, I will kick you out of our family!"

Ruben began to scold them. His eyebrows were raised out of anger, and his eyes were full of warning.

"Ruben, Finn scolded me." In front of the elders, Daryl became the little child who liked complaining.

However, Ruben ignored him and reached up to pat him on the back. "Sit straight. Pay attention to your manners."

Daryl immediately sat up, feeling upset.

At the same time, Brandon coughed twice and said, "I don't intend to waste time. I came here today for one purpose."

He stared at the big screen that had been set up and said firmly, "That is, the bidding must be successful."

Ruben was confident of his son's ability. He had already looked through the bidding document that Finn had submitted. The proposal was done very well. There was basically no mistake. As long as there were no strong competitors they didn't know, the bidding would be successful.

The bidding soon began. There were a total of nine companies participating in the bidding. The proposal needed to be presented in turn. To be fair, the organizer arranged the sequence by lottery.

Finn was sick and inconvenient with his legs. He asked Gerald to replace him and selected one. It was the fifth, the middle position.

The first company went up and began to introduce his plan. Brandon listened attentively and his phone rang suddenly.