Chapter 274

Chapter 274:
Babette’s lips remained sealed, her eyes blazing with defiant fury as she locked her stare with his unwavering expression. Brandon chose to dismiss her theatrics entirely.
The pieces finally clicked into place—he finally grasped the profound significance behind the “Bullfight” reference and understood the arctic hostility that had flickered across Millie’s features before her departure. The Bennett family had always commanded Millie’s deepest reverence and loyalty, making Babette’s calculated provocation an inevitable catalyst for her explosive reaction.
Additionally, witnessing Vivian’s presence at the event had undoubtedly intensified Millie’s rage to unprecedented levels.
Nevertheless, Millie’s decision to hurl wine across Babette’s face before such a distinguished assembly crossed acceptable boundaries.
“Pack away your juvenile games,” Brandon commanded, delivering his parting words with devastating finality. “Remember—she holds the position of your cousin-in-law no matter what.”
Having issued his ultimatum, he pivoted sharply and strode away, abandoning Babette to her solitary rage.
Babette’s composure shattered completely as she released a piercing shriek, her arms sweeping violently across the nearby table and sending its contents crashing to the floor.
Brandon navigated his path back toward his vehicle, where Vivian maintained her anxious vigil.
“Brandon,” Vivian called out, her voice trembling with apprehension. “I’ll make everything clear to Millie. Everything stemmed from the complications surrounding Macauley…” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ (.)net
Brandon could only meet her gaze with weary resignation.
“What explanation could possibly suffice?” Brandon questioned, his tone heavy with resignation. “She possesses no knowledge of the events from that period.”
“The outcome was never part of my intentions… Brandon, you must believe that I never desired such consequences…” Vivian collapsed into heartwrenching sobs, her composure completely shattered.
“Your sincerity isn’t questioned.” Brandon offered gentle consolation, releasing a weary exhalation. “Today’s encounter represented nothing more than unfortunate timing, Vivian. I’ll manage this delicate situation.”
Meanwhile, Millie guided her vehicle along the bustling avenue, enveloped by the amber luminescence of streetlights and the gradually diminishing urban landscape.
No particular destination occupied her thoughts as she contemplated her father’s memory and yearned to spend time with Ari, though concern gnawed at her that her turbulent emotional state might cast shadows over Ari’s spirits.
Her phone vibrated against the console.
Charles’ name illuminated the display.
Gathering her composure like armor, Millie accepted the call.
Charles’ voice erupted through the speaker, unleashing a torrent of colorful expletives. “That Brandon proves himself to be an absolute scoundrel! Escorting you to the gathering while simultaneously bringing Vivian as his companion!”
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