Chapter 242

Chapter 242:
With the exit swarming with cameras, Millie made no effort to hide her face as she climbed into the car beside Charles, giving the photographers exactly what they wanted.
Any misunderstandings about her relationship with Charles could be sorted out later, since the truth was simple—it had been a dinner with friends, not some secret lover involving only them and a child.
Her status as an Evans Entertainment employee made her visit completely reasonable, and Charles’ hospital visits could easily be explained as friendly concern.
All Millie wanted was to protect Ari from the circus outside.
Not long after their car left, a sleek black sedan roared past them, engine purring.
By the time Brandon stormed into the private dining room, he found only empty chairs and a couple of servers clearing the table.
Alexia had already whisked Ari away to another part of the restaurant, making sure nothing would go wrong. Only the cleaning crew remained for Brandon to question.
“Where did they go?” he asked, his tone ice-cold.
The waiter gave him a puzzled look. “They finished eating and left, sir.” It couldn’t have been more obvious.
A surge of frustration made Brandon’s jaw clench and his hands curl into fists. Checking his phone for updates, he was greeted with the latest headline. “Millie and Charles Spotted Departing Together.” Photos circulating online even captured his own Aston Martin, and now a crowd was beginning to form outside the restaurant.
Anger simmering, Brandon strode away, thumbing Millie’s number into his phone.
Only the automated message greeted him. “The number you’ve dialed is currently unavailable…”
Reaching his car, he slipped through the gathering throng, but his calls continued to go unanswered. His irritation mounted as he fired up the engine and drove out of the parking lot.
Down the boulevard, his phone stayed glued to his hand, Millie’s number dialed again and again.
No matter how many times he tried, her silence held firm.
Blood pounding in his ears, Brandon stomped the brakes in frustration. He sent a message, asking, “Millie, what’s the meaning of this?”
But her reply never came.
He typed again. “Tell me what’s going on between you and Charles. I deserve to know.”
Nothing. Not a single word.
He shot off another message. “Is it because I’ve been spending time with Vivian? Are you trying to get back at me?” Every plea was met with silence.
“Bang!” In a fit of rage, Brandon pounded his fist against the wheel.
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