Forced to Marry the Sickly Billionaire-Chapter 335 Preparing Birthday Gifts

"Sir, what did Mrs. Ryan say to you?" Brandon Reese asked tentatively.

It was unclear what Elena Ryan was really thinking; she had never gained any benefits from his grandfather, yet she persistently returned.

Returning time and again, only to end up humiliating herself?

Adrian Holt glanced at him obliquely, "Want to know?"

Brandon Reese felt goosebumps all over, hurriedly shook his head, "No! Pretend I didn’t say anything!"

"Have someone check if Elena Ryan and Mason Parker have been in contact privately, especially how they usually communicate."

"Alright." Brandon Reese silently noted this, feeling even more solemn.

After explaining his task, Adrian Holt was ready to leave; just as he was about to push the car door open, he heard someone behind him say, "Sir, it’s the madam’s birthday soon, have you prepared a gift?"

The hand on the door handle paused, then withdrew.

"How were the previous birthdays celebrated?"

He had no recollection of these, but Serena Summers’ information was well protected, with many things he gathered from accessible sources.

There was nothing about celebrating Serena Summers’ birthday in those sources.

"Previously... there wasn’t time, the madam has been busy since arriving at the Shaw Family, tirelessly working daily to cure the poison in your body."

Adrian Holt leaned on the front passenger seat, listening quietly, feeling an intense, prickling pain in his heart.

He realized that he may have been quite heartless before.

While speaking, Brandon Reese observed Adrian Holt’s expression, and then added, "Perhaps because she herself was once abandoned, she cares greatly about others’ feelings, and is unconditionally good to you."

Brandon Reese used the example of her treating his illness.

When he heard that Serena Summers used the medicine originally reserved for her own life-saving treatment for him, his heart ached even more.

This silly girl... what had she gone through before?

And how could his past self have so readily accepted this?

How did he deserve Serena Summers’ goodwill?

At this moment, Adrian Holt felt a sourness in his heart, yet he did not realize that he was jealous of himself.

Brandon Reese then added, "Actually, any gift given with sincerity is fine. The madam doesn’t have any particular likes, but as long as it’s from you, I think she would be very happy."

Adrian Holt pursed his lips tightly, remaining silent for a long while.

After some time, Adrian Holt took out his phone, scrolled through his WeChat contacts to find someone’s profile, and quickly sent a message.

"Prepare the things I need, I will come over tonight."

His message was concise, and right after sending it, he exited WeChat and turned off his phone.

Brandon Reese was very curious, but did not dare to ask more.

Instead, Adrian Holt spoke first, instructing, "Wait for me outside the Shaw Mansion tonight, come alone."

After saying this, he immediately opened the car door and stepped out.

Brandon Reese scratched his head in confusion, his mind filled with more doubts and worries.

That evening, he arrived on time in front of Shaw Mansion, checked the time on his wristwatch, and looked toward the villa.

Adrian Holt had specifically instructed to find a concealed place to hide first, to avoid being seen by anyone.

So, Brandon Reese parked his car under a tree outside the villa.

About a few minutes later, Adrian Holt’s tall and slender figure came out from inside, directly sitting in the back seat of the car.

"Sir, where are we heading?"

"Hillview Road Wilsen Square," Adrian Holt gave the address, then picked up his laptop from the side and started typing on the keyboard with his long fingers.

"Alright!" Brandon Reese immediately started the engine and headed towards Wilsen Square.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a large building.

Brandon Reese turned his head to look at Adrian Holt seated behind him and said, "Sir, we’re here."

"Hmm."

Adrian Holt closed his laptop, opened the car door, got out, and walked in with Brandon Reese.

This was a branch of an international jewelry company in Corland, which had mysteriously appeared two years ago.

The jewelry this company produced was innovative in design and varied in styles. It catered not only to high-end products but also to some inexpensive niche designs, which were wildly popular among girls.

In just two years, its momentum had become fierce, nearly catching up to the jewelry business of the Shaw Group.

It could be said that it was the biggest competitor to the Shaw Group in the jewelry business.

Brandon Reese couldn’t understand why Adrian Holt would come here, but soon, he was so shocked that he was rendered speechless.

Because Adrian Holt entered his fingerprint at the main gate, and the next second, the automatic door opened.

Brandon Reese: "!!!"

This...

"Sir, how come you have the fingerprint information of this company? Could it be that you’ve worked here before?"

Brandon Reese followed closely behind Adrian Holt, imagining the bitter tale of him giving up a vast fortune to work here.

Adrian Holt paused, gave him a look reserved for an idiot, and said, "Brandon, you must be getting paid a lot each month, right?"

"It’s decent, just enough to make ends meet and save a little dowry on the side."

Brandon Reese smiled, mentally adding: It would be even better if no bonuses were docked.

"Looks like I paid you too much before. I will discuss this with my brother tomorrow. It seems the Shaw Group needs to enhance its employee training."

Brandon Reese was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Adrian Holt meant. By the time he figured it out, his face had drastically changed.

"No, Sir, my work ability is very strong, I just talk too much! Please don’t dock my salary!"

Adrian Holt chuckled quietly, without a word.

The two smoothly took the elevator to the top floor of the building. Upon the elevator doors opening, they saw a person waiting anxiously outside.

"President, this way, please. Everything you requested has been prepared."

Adrian Holt nodded lightly, letting that person lead him inside.

Brandon Reese was dumbfounded. What was happening?

Was it the president he was thinking of?

His own master was actually the president of this jewelry company?

Amidst his shock, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride.

No wonder he had followed him for so long, Adrian Holt began overseeing the Shaw Group in his teens. Even if he had lost his memory, some things were ingrained in his bones.

It wasn’t surprising that he could manage this company so well.

Adrian Holt, walking ahead, suddenly paused and glanced back, "Aren’t you coming?"

Brandon Reese snapped back to reality, hurriedly followed along, his curiosity growing. He wanted to know what Adrian Holt was up to.

After entering the office, the man handed Adrian Holt a tablet and explained, "President, these are the pattern designs you asked me to select. The materials are all ready and chosen according to your demands, only the best."

Adrian Holt responded coldly with a "Hmm," as his clearly articulated fingers slid across the tablet screen.

From the first image to the last, Adrian Holt’s expression grew increasingly grim.

"Are you sure these meet my requirements?"