Chapter 141

Chapter 141:
A few days ago, she and Brandon had signed a property division agreement when filing for their divorce.
Since the Watson Group was such a major company, their prenuptial agreement focused on protecting its interests. She had willingly let go of plenty, just to make sure she could reclaim her family’s old holdings through a small loophole in the contract.
Standing on the terrace garden during the intermission earlier, she had already decided that twenty million would be her absolute limit for bidding.
These thoughts drifted through her mind as she glanced toward Brandon, who stood at the far end of the room. He was staring down at Vivian, his face giving nothing away.
The camera clicked again, capturing the third and final group photo. “That’s a wrap! Thank you, everyone!” the photographer called out, drawing Millie’s focus back.
With the pictures finished, she and Charles headed for the exit.
Across the room, Brandon and Vivian found themselves surrounded.
“Mr. Watson, I represent a construction firm…”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Watson. May I introduce myself?”
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People kept trying to start a conversation with Brandon, but he hardly responded.
Soon enough, attention shifted to Vivian instead.
“You look stunning tonight, Miss Simpson. I’ve seen your stories online. You really inspire me.”
“It’s wonderful to see someone as compassionate as you supporting tonight’s cause.”
“Are you working on any new projects? Our company is starting something soon…”
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Vivian greeted every compliment with an unfailing, pleasant smile.
Standing next to her, Brandon began to lose patience. His eyes wandered past the crowd and landed on Millie and Charles as they quietly slipped out together.
A sudden wave of annoyance crept up on him for reasons he could not quite explain.
He shifted his attention back to Vivian, who was still enjoying the attention of the crowd.
“It’s time to go,” he said.
Vivian paused, glancing at him. “Oh, all right.”
The crowd stepped aside instantly, clearing a path for them.
Some guests lingered inside the villa, still trying to mingle, but the majority had already made their way out.
Outside, news crews stood ready with cameras and microphones at hand.
“Are they almost done in there?”
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