Chapter 374

Chapter 374:
“Millie!” Charles’ voice broke through the noise as he rushed over.
Seeing him, Brandon carried Millie over his shoulder and muscled his way upstairs, ignoring her fists pounding against his back.
The commotion outside the private room finally made him pause.
Millie, seething, seized the moment to drive her heel into his leg.
Brandon jerked, pain flashing across his face, and his arms fell away. She landed squarely on her feet, chest heaving.
Brandon’s scowl deepened as he reached for her again, but in that instant, Millie’s sharp slap echoed through the air.
Her entire body shuddered, jaw clenched, knuckles white with tension. She despised this helplessness—the way he could overpower her so easily, the way he used brute force to impose his will. Rage simmered beneath her skin. “Brandon!”
“Millie!”
Alexia and Darden, alarmed by the confrontation, rushed over at once. Brandon’s left cheek reddened and began to swell, but his eyes only grew colder, a dark warning flickering in their depths.
“Brandon, if you ever touch me like that again, I’ll call the police!” Millie exclaimed, her voice icy and unwavering, brooking no argument.
The heated exchange quickly drew a crowd as Seville and the escorts he’d been dancing with stepped out of the private room, their curious eyes fixed on the commotion.
“What’s happening out here?” one of them asked, still trying to piece together the scene.
Brandon’s glare swept over the group, his expression fierce and menacing. He looked like he wanted to tear someone apart.
“Who the fuck are these guys?” he demanded, jaw clenched so tightly his words almost cracked.
Alexia, arms folded and attitude dialed up, shot back. “Isn’t it obvious? They’re the gorgeous guys from the club, actually enjoying themselves with us tonight. You got a problem with that?”
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Brandon’s scowl deepened, shadows darkening his face as he drew a sharp breath to retort.
Right then, Charles barreled onto the scene, two beers still in hand. Fueled by adrenaline and protectiveness, he didn’t hesitate—he drove his foot straight into Brandon with a sharp kick.
“Charles!” Darden barked, stepping forward, clearly ready to break things up before it spiraled out of control.
Giffard reappeared from the hallway after his visit to the men’s room, took in the tangled mess, and hurried forward to pry them apart.
Amid the tangled voices and flying hands, a sudden crash snapped the crowd into complete silence. Heads whipped toward the noise.
Millie stood in the center, clutching a half-broken beer bottle, shards and froth exploding at her feet.
“That’s enough.” Her voice rang out, cool and resolute. She shot a calm look at Alexia, her tone softening. “Come on, Alexia. Let’s go back.” The rightful source is.net
Sliding her fingers around Alexia’s, Millie guided her out of the haze, leading the way toward the private room.
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