CHAPTER 100 A BIRTHDAY BANQUET

Lauretta lounged on the sofa, savoring the breakfast the kitchen staff had carefully prepared for her, while Brandon was the picture of frustration, his face crumpled with irritation. Call after call came in, and not a moment of peace seemed within reach. Lauretta stretched lazily, wondering when the meal would be ready. She nearly laughed at the absurdity of it all. Here, she was completely at peace, and Brandon was literally fighting for his life over the phone. They both knew very well why Brandon was so busy today. But Lauretta's relaxation seemed a tad excessive given that the trouble was of her own making, and now the men of the house were left to shoulder the blame. Finally, Brandon couldn't take it anymore. He stormed over to Lauretta after hanging up another call, snatching a piece of fruit from her hand just as she was about to bite into it. "I know you're upset, but there's no need to vent your anger on the apple," Lauretta said, looking at her now empty hand, well aware