I Become A CEO After Divorce

Chapter 1095: Unchangeable By Nature

Chapter 1095: Unchangeable by Nature

Nelson chuckled, but he didn't elaborate further to Brandon.

Seeing that Nelson wasn't interested in discussing the topic, Brandon didn't press any further.

"Sandy, let me show you some finished works from my previous clients. There's a variety of styles."

Nelson got up and fetched a notebook from the side, then handed it to Sandy. "Take your time to look

through these. There's a range of styles to choose from."

Sandy thanked him and began flipping through the notebook, with Brandon joining in.

Jim's photography skills were undeniably impressive. Each photo exuded a strong sense of quality and

caught the eye.

"Sandy, the boss is looking for you!" A voice called from the doorway.

Nelson responded, "You two go ahead. I'll check it out."

"Carry on," Brandon said.

Nelson left, heading toward the entrance.

"What's going on?" Nelson asked as soon as he stepped outside and saw Jim in the lobby.

Jim took the cigarette from his lips and turned to face Nelson. "I need to run an errand, should be back

around four. Will that be okay?"

Nelson furrowed his brows upon hearing Jim's words. "Didn't you say you wouldn't be going out today?

It's already three."

"It's urgent. I'll try to get back as soon as possible." Jim explained.

Nelson looked at Jim skeptically. "What's so important that you have to leave now?"

Jim extinguished the cigarette and threw it into a nearby trash can. He lowered his voice. "My mom's

here, she's across the street. I'm going to have a chat with her."

Nelson's expression changed upon hearing this. "Does she know about us?"

Jim chuckled. "What are you thinking? Take care of showing them the samples first, the styles and all.

We'll talk more when I'm back."

Nelson nodded. "Alright, go see your aunt."

Jim acknowledged and left the room.

Sandy was almost done making her selections.

"Brandon, what do you think of the ones I've chosen?"

Brandon had no strong opinions. "As long as you like them."

Sandy proudly pointed at her chosen dresses. "I want all of these!"

Nelson glanced at the choices. "Will there be enough time? Twelve outfits and shooting might take two

days. Considering your current situation, pushing too hard might be tiring."

Brandon responded, his expression indicating confidence. "If two days aren't enough, we'll make it

three. No need to rush."

"That works, let's shoot four outfits in a day. We don't want to strain your body too much," Nelson

added.

Sandy had no objections. After all, she knew her own condition well. The matter of the wedding shoot

was now settled.

Next was choosing the twelve outfits.

Although the choices had been based on the completed shots, they still had the freedom to choose the

outfits for the shoot.

The fifth and sixth floors weren't primarily dedicated to dresses.

Sandy led Brandon to take a look, and they were overwhelmed by the dazzling variety.

"Are there really this many?" Sandy asked.

Nelson followed them. "These are for short films or other photoshoots. Let me take you to the sixth NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

floor. It's dedicated to wedding gowns."

Sandy and Brandon followed Nelson upstairs.

When Sandy saw the dresses on the sixth floor, she was taken aback. Despite her exposure to such

scenes in the industry, these dresses made everything else seem insignificant.

"These are... incredibly extravagant!"

Nelson chuckled. "You can take your time looking. Jim had to step out for a bit, but he'll be back in

about half an hour. We've made a reservation at a restaurant for tonight. We'll head there directly later."

Brandon looked at Nelson. "I'll cover the bill tonight."

Nelson waved him off. "No need today. But I'll definitely make you pay another time."

Brandon glanced at him but didn't say anything.

In a café across the street, Jim's expression wasn't very pleasant. Sitting across from him was a stern-

looking woman, who seemed like she could explode at any moment.

Seeing that she wasn't speaking, Jim broke the silence by lifting his coffee cup and taking a sip. "Mom,

I know what I'm doing. I was fully aware of the path I chose from the beginning. I've considered it

carefully, both for the present and the future. It's not a passing whim or an impulsive decision; it's a

genuine feeling."

Mrs. Bart let out a disdainful hum. "Do you know how difficult the path you've taken is? If this matter

gets out, it will tarnish the reputation of the entire Bart family. If your father finds out, he'll break your

legs!"

"Even if you beat me to death, I can't change who I am. It's in my nature!" Jim's tone was calm and

resolute, each word firm and unwavering, leaving no room for Mrs. Bart to soften.

After expressing his thoughts, Jim continued, "By the way, how did you find out about this?"

"How did I find out? Weren't you with him the other day, going to Bayside for a photoshoot?" Mrs. Bart's

tone was accusing.

Jim nodded. "My assistant had something to deal with, so I took him along to help."

"I was there too, discussing business with some clients. I happened to see you," Mrs. Bart added.

Jim recollected the situation. They had been quite busy that day, rushing around nonstop. It had only

been after lunch that they took a short break, standing in a corner where no one was around, and

indulging in a bit of intimacy.

It seemed that someone had caught them in the act.

Originally, Jim had intended to inform his family directly and avoid the hassle of being set up on blind

dates. However, before he could say anything, they had discovered his

secret.

Jim fell silent for a few seconds. "Did you inform Dad?"

"If I told him, you'd be missing a leg right now." Mrs. Bart's reply was sharp.

Jim sighed and rubbed his nose. "Mom, I'm not joking around or deliberately provoking you. My

feelings for Nelson are real, and I want to be with him in the future. Whether you and Dad oppose it is

irrelevant."

Mrs. Bart kept her stern gaze on Jim. "You might think that way, but what about him? Can he handle

the pressure from our family and stay with you?"

Jim's response was honest and unwavering. "I've already told you, these matters are my responsibility.

You don't have to worry about it. You should go ahead and deal with Dad first. I'll talk to you later."

With that, Jim excused himself and left the café.

Standing in the makeup room, Nelson was lost in thought for a while before exiting and returning to the

main room.

Sandy was nearly finished making her selections.

"Brandon, how do you feel about the choices I've made?" Sandy asked.

Brandon had no strong opinions. "As long as you're happy."

Sandy proudly pointed to the chosen dresses. "I want all of these!"

Nelson glanced at the choices. "Will there be enough time? Twelve outfits and shooting might take two

days. Given your current circumstances, pushing too hard might be tiring."

Brandon responded confidently. "If two days aren't enough, we'll make it three. We don't want to rush

too much."

"That works. We can do four outfits in a day. We don't want to strain your body too much," Nelson

added.

Sandy had no objections. After all, she knew her own condition well. The matter of the wedding shoot

was now settled.

Next was choosing the twelve outfits.

Although the choices had been based on the completed shots, they still had the freedom to choose the

outfits for the shoot.

The fifth and sixth floors weren't primarily dedicated to dresses.

Sandy led Brandon to take a look, and they were overwhelmed by the dazzling variety.

"Are there really this many?" Sandy asked.

Nelson followed them. "These are for short films or other photoshoots. Let me take you to the sixth

floor. It's dedicated to wedding gowns."

Sandy and Brandon followed Nelson upstairs.

When Sandy saw the dresses on the sixth floor, she was taken aback. Despite her exposure to such

scenes in the industry, these dresses made everything else seem insignificant.

"These are... incredibly extravagant!"

Nelson chuckled. "You can take your time looking. Jim had to step out for a bit, but he'll be back in

about half an hour. We've made a reservation at a restaurant for tonight. We'll head there directly later."

Brandon looked at Nelson. "I'll cover the bill tonight."

Nelson waved him off. "No need today. But I'll definitely make you pay another time."

Brandon glanced at him but didn't say anything.

In a café across the street, Jim's expression wasn't very pleasant. Sitting across from him was a stern-

looking woman, who seemed like she could explode at any moment.

Seeing that she wasn't speaking, Jim broke the silence by lifting his coffee cup and taking a sip. "Mom,

I know what I'm doing. I was fully aware of the path I chose from the beginning. I've considered it

carefully, both for the present and the future. It's not a passing whim or an impulsive decision; it's a

genuine feeling."

Mrs. Bart let out a disdainful hum. "Do you know how difficult the path you've taken is? If this matter

gets out, it will tarnish the reputation of the entire Bart family. If your father finds out, he'll break your

legs!"

"Even if you beat me to death, I can't change who I am. It's in my nature!" Jim's tone was calm and

resolute, each word firm and unwavering, leaving no room for Mrs. Bart to soften.

After expressing his thoughts, Jim continued, "By the way, how did you find out about this?"

"How did I find out? Weren't you with him the other day, going to Bayside for a photoshoot?" Mrs. Bart's

tone was accusing.

Jim nodded. "My assistant had something to deal with, so I took him along to help."

"I was there too, discussing business with some clients. I happened to see you," Mrs. Bart added.

Jim recollected the situation. They had been quite busy that day, rushing around nonstop. It had only

been after lunch that they took a short break, standing in a corner where no one was around, and

indulging in a bit of intimacy.

It seemed that someone had caught them in the act.

Originally, Jim had intended to inform his family directly and avoid the hassle of being set up on blind

dates. However, before he could say anything, they had discovered his secret.

Jim fell silent for a few seconds. "Did you inform Dad?"

"If I told him, you'd be missing a leg right now." Mrs. Bart's reply was sharp.

Jim sighed and rubbed his nose. "Mom, I'm not joking around or deliberately provoking you. My

feelings for Nelson are real, and I want to be with him in the future. Whether you and Dad oppose it is

irrelevant."

Mrs. Bart kept her stern gaze on Jim. "You might think that way, but what about him? Can he handle

the pressure from our family and stay with you?"

Jim's response was honest and unwavering. "I've already told you, these matters are my responsibility.

You don't have to worry about it. You should go ahead and deal with Dad first. I'll talk to you later."

With that, Jim excused himself and left the café.