The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 597

"Yep. President Poe just called me, saying he got his hands on a design proposal that's right on the money. He's already touched base with the designer, and they're both over the moon about it, plus it's not gonna break the bank. So, they're hoping to roll with this one," Kent said. "As for the nitty-gritty tweaks, they're hoping you could get in touch with the designer to hash it out."

"Did I ever tell you that the science museum's design is Starlight Group's call?" Brandon's voice had mellowed a bit, clearly not thrilled about President Poe going rogue on the design decision.

"I did bring it up with President Poe," Kent quickly added, picking up on Brandon’s discontent, "But he suggested that you take a gander at the proposal first, saying it's a good match with the school's architectural vibe."

Brandon fell silent for a moment. "Just have him shoot it to my inbox, and send a copy to Don while he's at it."

"Will do."

Kent agreed promptly, a bit taken aback by Brandon's swift acquiescence but also sensing that Brandon had softened up a lot since the debacle with the designer Sophia, who was turned down. He was no longer shooting things down on the spot, especially after Sophia's incident, insisting on personally reviewing any design work touched by Star·Dempsey Architects.

After hanging up, Kent quickly called President Poe back to let him know that Brandon needed to see the design first and asked him to send it over.

To President Poe, Brandon not outright rejecting the proposal was already a hopeful sign, so he eagerly sent Sophia's design to Kent and then reassured Sophia with a smile, "The alum donating the science museum wants to review your design first."

Then, fearing Sophia might have concerns, he quickly added, "But don't sweat it. At the end of the day, it's the school's science museum, for the students' use, so the school's got the final say on which design we go with."

Sophia nodded. "I understand, thank you, President Poe."

The advance deposit from President Poe was already a nod of approval to her work, and Sophia was deeply grateful.

"I'll hit you up once we've got everything sorted out," President Poe said.

Sophia nodded, thanked him again, and seeing she was at the curb, said goodbye to President Poe and hailed a taxi to take off.

Brandon ended the call and then dialed Don to check on the progress of the science museum's design.

Since it was a donation in Sophia's name, he had high expectations for the aesthetics and didn't trust anyone else with it, so he had specifically instructed Don to handle the design himself.

"Bro, you just sent me the requirements yesterday. How fast do you think I am?"

Don was still yawning on the other end, obviously groggy from being woken up by Brandon's call.

Sophia could whip out a design overnight.

Brandon immediately thought of the time Sophia designed a Republican-era mansion for the Frost family, his breath catching at the memory of her.

Don, sensing Brandon's unusual silence, woke up a bit more and, concerned, called out, "Brandon?"

"Yeah," Brandon replied tersely, "President Poe says they've got a solid design proposal they want to use directly. I've asked Kent to forward it to you too. You've got a more professional eye, so give it a once-over and if it looks good to you, we'll go with it."

"Sure thing," Don agreed on the spot, "Tell Kent to send it my way."

"It's already arranged. Keep an eye on your inbox."

Brandon said, giving a few more instructions before hanging up and noticing Theresa looking listless, leaning against him, not looking too hot.

"Theresa, what's wrong?" he asked, scooping her up in his arms with concern.

Before Theresa could reply, she sneezed.

Brandon felt her forehead, which was warm to the touch.

His expression hardened, and he turned to the driver, Jason, "Jason, to the hospital."

"Got it," Jason quickly U-turned the car.

Don had barely hung up on Brandon when his inbox pinged with a new email.

"She's Arlene, a Zenithan from overseas. Just rocked up in the West District in the last couple of days and stumbled upon the call for designs for the school's science museum," President Poe explained, sounding a bit puzzled. "What's up?"

"Got a pic and a way to contact her?" Kent inquired.

President Poe responded, "Only WhatsApp and email. We've been chatting through emails."

Kent said, "Hit me up with that info."

"Sure thing," President Poe agreed.

After the call, President Poe slid Arlene's WhatsApp deets over to Kent.

The WhatsApp account seemed spanking new, or maybe a work number, with the default system name left unchanged.

The profile pic was just a snap of the sea at dusk. Couldn't make out the age or anything, but the WhatsApp account was listed as female.

Kent frowned slightly, tapping 'add contact.'

It wasn't until late into the night that Brandon finally caught a break.

He had taken Theresa to the hospital for a good half of the day, but thankfully, the blood test didn't show anything serious. They figured it was just a fever brought on by catching a chill and a viral infection.

After they got back from the hospital, he was all tied up taking her temperature and keeping an eye on her condition.

It wasn't until Theresa finally dozed off and her fever subsided that her condition began to stabilize.

Only then did Brandon breathe a sigh of relief, finally grabbing his phone to check his work emails.