Chapter 299
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A dull headache was already forming at his temples.
Eugene’s investigation had confirmed that Vivian had only pushed back against the rumors and exposed Serena’s miscarriage.
But still, something didn’t sit right.
Was he overthinking things?
He didn’t know.
As Vivian continued to cry, Brandon simply said, “Go get some rest. You’re not feeling well.”
Meanwhile, Charles had taken Millie to Sheridan’s place.
Everyone was already there, waiting.
“What do we do now?” one of them asked. They all knew who Serena really was.
And they all understood what was at stake.
Only three days left. Then the divorce could be finalized.
If Serena’s true identity as Millie came out now, would it ruin everything? Everyone in the room knew Millie wanted out. She was serious about the divorce. But if the truth came out too soon, it could block the process. Worse, if Vivian discovered who Serena really was, no one could predict what she’d do next.
Charles’ phone buzzed again.
Millie saw the screen—calls from nearly every investor tied to the show.
Charles didn’t pick up. He didn’t dare to.
More notifications followed—messages, one after another.
Millie leaned closer and saw the same thing over and over—demands that Serena be taken off the show.
The pressure on Charles was mounting fast.
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The donation fraud rumors had exploded, and the fallout was already affecting the show.
None of the investors wanted to take risks. If things got worse, they’d pull out completely before the entire program collapsed.
Charles rubbed his forehead. His head was throbbing. He flashed his phone at Millie briefly, then slipped it back into his pocket.
They needed to come up with a plan. And fast.
“Let’s not rush,” Millie said.
She had been thinking on the ride over.
“The next livestream is the final one. If everything stays on track, I’ll have the divorce decree before it airs.” Everyone nodded.
“So for now,” she said, looking around the room, “we stall. That’s the strategy.”
“Keep my position. Don’t let them disqualify me. Keep the program running. Once the divorce comes through, we’ll have more control.”
They all nodded again—but quietly. No one spoke.
There were too many unknowns.
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