Chapter 9

Third Person’s POV

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Brandon snatched the cotton from his father’s hand and started applying it to his injury on his own.

“Brandon, I need your phone because customer care will share the detail of that transaction only if we will call them with the registered number.”, Bruce said, on which Brandon rubbed his forehead, not knowing where his phone was. And wherever it would be, it would be switched off for sure.

“Do you think that he will have any idea where his phone can be?” Brandon’s father asked. “We will have to search his phone on our own,” he added. “Brandon, don’t you dare leave from here and a for a while, just for a while, use your mind instead of drinking whiskey, okay?” he asked Brandon, on which he didn’t say anything.

Logan sighed, and both of them walked toward Brandon's room in search of his phone. And the moment they left, Brandon stood on his feet again and started walking toward the bar. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey again, and after trying to open it for a while