Chapter 110

Chapter 110:
“There’s only one reason—Vivian!”
“He’s just trying to get to Millie, isn’t he? I’m dying over here!”
“I’m rooting for them! And did you see how amazing Vivian looks tonight?”
It didn’t take long for another hashtag to emerge.
“Wait a second, Vivian only has six months left. That’s a wedding dress, but it’s black. I can’t help but feel emotional.”
“She obviously wants to marry Brandon, but this annoying certain someone keeps standing in her way!”
“I wish Millie would just walk away. Didn’t you notice? Vivian fainted last night from exhaustion, yet she’s still working to help sick children and raise awareness. How can Millie even compete with that?”
Praise for Vivian exploded online, with emotional reactions flooding in from every direction.
Inside the charity gala hall, Charles scrolled through the endless stream of comments, his anger barely contained.
“This is disgusting,” he muttered, facing Millie. “Evans Group never sent an invitation to Vivian! For a charity gala of this caliber, why would we include someone with her reputation? Just look at what she’s doing—showing up in what’s basically a wedding dress? It’s infuriating! This was supposed to be about raising funds and helping sick kids, but now all anyone can talk about is her and Brandon!” Charles’ frustration grew with every word. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ.net
At gatherings like these, it was normal for guests to flaunt their looks or relationships, as long as they made meaningful donations. However, Vivian’s behavior was almost too much to stomach.
Online, everyone was fixated on her supposed “wedding dress,” and gossip swirled endlessly about how Brandon seemed to go out of his way for her at every chance.
Vivian was clearly doing all of this just to get under Millie’s skin.
“I’ve never seen anyone try to ruin someone else’s relationship and be so proud of it!” Charles hissed.
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Millie felt grateful for Charles’ support, but there was little either of them could do to change anything. Vivian was protected by her story—that she only had six months left. People were willing to overlook almost anything because of that.
Meanwhile, Brandon was also on his phone. Seeing the trending hashtags, he realized the publicity campaign was working at full force. He switched over to check his messages.
Still, nothing from Millie.
Brandon’s brow furrowed. Was it just a bad signal?
Ever since the last time he left the Watson Group with Vivian, Millie had started spending more time with Alexia and Giffard, stirring up plenty of drama herself. Now that he was at the gala with Vivian, he wondered how Millie would respond.
The screen remained frozen on the last message he had sent to her, the words still lingering as if waiting for a reply. “My grandfather’s condition has deteriorated significantly. He’s requesting to see you.” He scrolled up to see if he had missed anything, but there was nothing.
Brandon’s fingers hovered for a moment before he closed the chat window. No sooner had he done so than the screen blinked and filled with a stream of incoming messages.
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