Chapter 460

"It's delicious! Did you buy it from Tanner's Bakery? Their cakes are unbelievable! No one else compares! I'm serious! I wouldn't lie. Want a bite?"

He spooned a piece and held it toward her mouth.

Brittany recoiled with a look of disgust. Brandon shook his head. "How could you reject this?!"

He continued eating. Halfway through, she calmly asked, "Brandon, have you seen Alex recently?"

"No!" He devoured the cake, occasionally pausing to sip his macchiato.

"There haven't been any new projects. He's busy, and I am too. You know him. It's hard to even get him out for a drink. You see him more than I do, anyway. What's up?" He sensed something was amiss and abruptly raised his head. "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing. I just need your help finding something out."

She offered a harmless smile. It seemed simple, but Brandon knew the red velvet cake was a trap. He choked.

"You had something up your sleeve!" He put down his spoon, gritting his teeth. He hated his greed and falling for her tricks. He knew there was no free lunch, but he couldn't resist. "Don't say that!" Brittany tilted her head. "It's no big deal. I haven't seen you and Alex in ages! I just wanted to catch up!"

"Besides, you said there are no new projects to collaborate on. Perfect timing to meet! Maybe an opportunity will arise soon. Two birds, one stone! I'm so clever!" She clapped her hands, rather proudly.

Brandon immediately suspected her motives. Losing his appetite, he tossed the spoon aside, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said, "Tell me. What do you want? Want to go with me?" Brittany nodded slightly.

"That's bribery!" He snorted, slowly lifting his macchiato and inserting a straw. "Why do you need my help? You're perfectly capable of seeing him yourself. Did he get a restraining order against you?"

Understanding dawned. He felt relieved and teased her.

She rolled her eyes. "That's cruel! I'm asking for help because it's inconvenient for me."

"What are you afraid of?" He almost choked on his laughter. "You already know so many of his deepest childhood secrets—like when he wet the bed, when he…" Under Brittany's fierce glare, he cut himself off, shrinking his neck. "Anyway, what do you want me to do?"

"I just want to know if he's really engaged," Brittany said bluntly.

"What?" He choked so hard, he sprayed macchiato across his shirt.

Brandon scrambled up, wiping the spill. He shook his head repeatedly. "Brittany, are you crazy? Where did you hear that? Who's engaged? Alex? Are you kidding me?"