He was stunned, so much so that he didn't even know how long he had been in a daze.
"Is there anything else?"
After a while, he regained his senses and asked softly.
The bodyguard hesitated while looking at him. The man in front of him looked as pale as someone who had lost too much blood, yet his expression was exceptionally calm—a calm so superficial it seemed like he might collapse at any moment.
Having been by Brandan's side for so many years, everyone knew how important Iris was to him.
She was the obsession that drove him insane, his lifelong, unwavering love.
Brandan glanced at his complexion and understood that Iris had left something behind. He slightly narrowed his eyes and with a somewhat hoarse voice said, "Bring it out."
The bodyguard sighed softly and took an envelope out of Iris's bag.
Brandan took it, barely looked at it before his hand trembled, causing the photos inside to slip out instantly.
A sharp-eyed waiter glanced at them.
