Chapter 155

Chapter 155:
But to him, Vivian’s song was unmatched. He believed in her completely and wanted “Glimmer of Love” to dominate the spotlight. If he could get her to speak on the record—just one confirmation about the demo—it would spark even more attention and push her song to the top.
He never got the chance. Someone must’ve figured out what he was up to because he was quietly pulled from his own home and taken to another place before he could say anything.
“You’ll see!” he snapped as he stormed out.
He wasn’t backing down. One missed opportunity wasn’t going to stop him. He’d find another way to support Vivian and raise the demo’s profile.
At the police station, Lynda stood at the center of a tense investigation into Millie’s car crash.
A colleague walked in holding a folder.
“Lynda, new update. You’ll want to see this.” The colleague handed her a file related to the charity gala.
Lynda’s expression tightened as she flipped through the pages. Read complete version only at.net
Noticing her reaction, the colleague added, “These two are acting strangely. Brandon and Millie might have filed for divorce, but it’s not finalized yet. And now these two keep pushing her. Don’t they realize Millie could easily call off the whole thing?”
And that was exactly the issue. Before everything was finalized, either person could withdraw and halt the proceedings at any moment.
Were Brandon and Vivian not concerned that Millie might change her mind out of nowhere? Or perhaps they were, and they already had plans to ensure she wouldn’t.
Lynda sat quietly, then lowered her eyes to the list of strategies noted in her planner. After a moment, she tapped one of them.
“This one,” she said. Her colleague gave a firm nod.
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Time moved on.
After dropping Vivian off, Brandon headed back to the apartment adjacent to his company building. The moment he walked through the door, he spotted Eugene waiting.
Brandon paused, slightly surprised. Eugene greeted him with an easy smile. “Mr. Watson, I’ve replaced all the items that were missing.”
That explained it. As head of the secretariat, Eugene oversaw two branches—one for company operations, the other for Brandon’s private affairs.
Millie used to manage both aspects, juggling his schedule and personal life without issue. But with the tension between them lately, Eugene had stepped in to handle things temporarily.
Brandon gave a brief nod and glanced around the apartment. His suits were back in the closet, neatly arranged alongside his ties, watches, and shoes. Socks and other essentials had been sorted and placed just the way he liked them. The household staff worked quietly in the background, putting everything in order.
It was efficient. Familiar. Exactly how it should be.
“Alright,” Brandon said before heading into the shower.
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