"Huh?" Brianna found it senseless. "But then everyone will know. Are you sure I should leave early?"

Scott said impatiently, "My time is more important than yours."

"Yes, of course. But isn't it easier if I take a taxi or..."

"Don't cross me." Scott snapped.

Brianna shook her head in confusion. "I just thought you didn't want people to know about our relationship."

"The staff and strangers don't need to know, but my family and relatives do. If they find out, let them."

Brianna decided to leave it be. Whatever he says. She thought. I shall not argue with him. Pointless.

"Right." Brianna compromised.

"How are you liking your job?" Scott changed the subject.

"It's not bad."

"Tell me the truth," Scott demanded.

"It is not bad. I have a lot of free time for myself."

"What do you do with it?"

"Just checking some new design works about interior decoration and architecture. It's int

Brianna found cooking very therapeutic, especially baking. She also baked two cakes, one looking like an angry dragon and the other a gentle fairy hidden in a little forest.

When Scott arrived at the dining room, he noticed the cakes first. He was impressed at first, then he looked a bit annoyed and said with a sneer. "A very angry dragon. What is it going to do with the frightened fairy?"

Brianna didn't expect Scott to interpret her thoughts. Worried, she tried to justify herself instantly, "Oh, I just had a weird dream about them last night. It doesn't mean anything."

"Did I say it's supposed to mean anything?" Scott retorted, his eyes fixed upon hers.

"Ha. No. Well, it's meant to be eaten for sure." Brianna replied with a cheeky smile.

Brianna sliced the head of the dragon, put it on a plate, and passed it to Scott. "I hope you like it." She grinned.

Seeing her cheeky look, Scot

"Mr. Jameson Anderson, please forgive me and understand that I can't help you." Brianna shook her head immediately. Then she added, "However, I promise to stay neutral. Whatever you and your brother fight over, I can't support you, but I won't support him and go against you either. But, of course, I do hope you two can find a solution in peace. You are brothers, after all."

"Don't waste my time and speak nonsense. Listen, I will pay you one million every time you help me, but if you refuse, then I will make sure you regret it." Jameson snapped.

"Mr. Jameson Anderson, I honestly don't have the capability in obtaining any confidential information from your brother, and I don't want to have anything to do with whatever conflicts between you two. Please, please understand."

"You will regret it."

"I merely want to stay away from it."

"You are his legal wife! You are already involved." Jameson sneered and waved his eyes, implying that Brianna should leave now.

Brianna hesitated, took another look at Jameson, and left. She strode out of the café and ran into the streets, and found comfort in the crowds under the sun. Her heartbeat slowly resumed its normal pace.

It's going to get tougher, it seems. Brianna thought, wondering what Jameson Anderson would do next, worried about her mother.

When she went into the Anderson Corporation and walked past the reception desk towards the lift, she spotted Scott, accompanied by Levi and the bodyguards, going into his exclusive lift. Scott glanced at her coldly and looked away.

Does he know that Jameson Anderson and I met? Brianna thought worriedly. Though I rejected him, who knows if Scott Anderson believes or not.

Brianna didn't have the gut to tell Scott what had happened. She could only pray quietly that everything would be fine.

She had hardly sat down by her desk when a girl informed her that Scott wanted to see her in his office.

Shit! Has he found out already? Brianna's heart sank.

She was shivering slightly as she walked into Scott's office. He fixed his eyes upon her, and she tried to meet his stare as calmly as she could. "What can I do for you, Mr. Scott Anderson?" She asked.

Scott beckoned her over, and reluctantly, Brianna went and stood next to him. To her surprise, he wrapped his arm around her waist swiftly and pulled her into his embrace. She sat on his thigh, looking down on the floor. He lifted her chin up so that her eyes met his and asked casually, "Don't you like the food at the canteen?"

Brianna denied immediately, "It was just because I don't know anyone, and I thought I would feel awkward eating alone. So I went out for lunch."

"I see. You will join me for lunch from now on then."

No! Luncheon with him every day! It will be torture. Brianna thought depressingly. "But people will talk if they see us." She said with an awkward smile.

"Why should you care?" Scott sneered.

"Huh. I'm just worried about you. I mean, you are the CEO. I'm just a little secretary."

"Just feel honored."

"I am honored." Brianna obeyed. "Is there anything else, Mr. Scott Anderson?"

Scott retreated his arm and waved his hand. "Go back to work."

Brianna hurried away. She thought about the cold stare of Scott and the conversation with Jameson Anderson earlier, and it worried her terribly. She tried to occupy her mind with work, yet no one assigned her any work to do.

Scott was smoking in the office, looking thoughtful, when Levi came in.

"What have you found out?" He asked.

"Mrs. Brianna Anderson went to the café across the road for lunch and was soon led to the VIP room on the second floor to meet Jameson Anderson."

"What did they talk about?"

"We don't know as there were no cameras in the room. But she was in the room for nine minutes."

"Jameson is quick. He already knows to ask her." Scott commented. He sounded angry.

"Mr. Scott Anderson, what should we do with Mrs. Brianna Anderson?" Levi asked. He avoided giving any comments.

"Jameson won't be able to get anything important from her. She's just a pet."

"Do you mean we don't need to follow the two of them?"

Scott gave it a thought and said, "He wants to get confidential information about the company through people around me. Every now and then, give her some fake information and see if she tells Jameson. Then I will know if she's loyal. If she betrays me, both of them will suffer."

"I see. That's a brilliant idea." Levi put his thumb up.

In the afternoon, Brianna had nothing to do except that she was asked to make tea twice for Scott and gave him a massage once. She thought she might as well make good use of the time and went through lots of new designs of famous and luxury brands, getting some inspiration, and even started sketching her own ideas. She also looked for some online design work.

Time flew by as she was busy drawing. Someone knocked at her desk. "Mrs. Brianna Anderson, Mr. Anderson is waiting in the car."

Brianna looked up at Levi and looked around to see that everyone had left. It was half-past five, half an hour after clock-out time. "Oh, sorry. I've completely forgotten about time. Thanks for reminding me."

Brianna packed her bag quickly and ran to the lift. When she got out of the Anderson Corporation building, she spotted Scott's car straight away, but she also noticed a lot of staff leaving work. Won't it be too noticeable getting into his car now? She thought.

As she was hesitating, Scott grew impatient and asked the driver to open the window. Brianna saw him looking at her sternly, and she quickly ran to the car.

"Thanks for waiting for me, Scott. I can take a taxi next time." Brianna got in and said with a smile, hoping to ease the tension.

"Leave the office ten minutes earlier from tomorrow on and wait for me in the car," Scott said plainly.


"Huh?" Brianna found it senseless. "But then everyone will know. Are you sure I should leave early?"

Scott said impatiently, "My time is more important than yours."

"Yes, of course. But isn't it easier if I take a taxi or..."

"Don't cross me." Scott snapped.

Brianna shook her head in confusion. "I just thought you didn't want people to know about our relationship."

"The staff and strangers don't need to know, but my family and relatives do. If they find out, let them."

Brianna decided to leave it be. Whatever he says. She thought. I shall not argue with him. Pointless.

"Right." Brianna compromised.

"How are you liking your job?" Scott changed the subject.

"It's not bad."

"Tell me the truth," Scott demanded.

"It is not bad. I have a lot of free time for myself."

"What do you do with it?"

"Just checking some new design works about interior decoration and architecture. It's interesting."

Scott was rather surprised to hear so. He thought he could bore her by not assigning her

Chapter 20 Tell Me The Truth