Chapter 377
Chapter 377:
“She’s newly divorced. She deserves to celebrate,” Myron replied calmly, his eyes returning to the papers in front of him.
Jayceon gave a small nod and went back to his videos. He admired Millie more than ever. Smart, beautiful, capable—enough to capture even his brother’s full attention.
Myron, unfazed by Jayceon’s antics, reached down and stroked the kitten’s head as it stretched and let out a tiny meow.
Back at the Blue Lounge, Millie, Alexia, and the others were starting to wind down for the night.
When Millie’s group was about to leave, the area outside the Blue Lounge was packed wall to wall. Everyone seemed eager to snap a photo. Millie and the others were jostled by the crowd.
At the same time, Brandon had just stepped out of the club. A sea of people separated them.
“This is insane. Where did all these people come from?” Charles said, pulling out his phone, ready to call for help.
But before he could, a security team rushed in, quickly forming a barrier between Millie’s group and the swarming paparazzi. Charles looked confused. He hadn’t even made the call yet.
The team leader approached their group.
“Miss Bennett, Mr. Evans, we were sent by Mr. Elliott to escort you home,” he said with a slight bow before turning to Alexia and the others. “You’re all covered.”
Charles narrowed his eyes. “Which Mr. Elliott?”
“Mr. Myron Elliott,” the man replied. “As a partner of Evans Entertainment, he heard about your situation and offered his support.”
Realization dawned. Charles nodded. “Please extend my thanks to him.” Then he turned to Millie. “Let’s go.”
The team leader gave Millie a polite smile. She returned a brief glance, said nothing, and followed Charles to the waiting car. Just as she was about to get in, a voice rang out from the crowd. It was Darden.
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She looked over and spotted him, his expression tense. Next to him, Brandon stood silent, his gaze locked on her, intense and unreadable.
Millie lowered her eyes, turned away, and stepped into the car.
There was nothing more to say.
If they were to meet again, it would be when she walked into Watson Group with the agreement they had signed to reclaim what belonged to her. As the car door shut and the engine started, Brandon’s line of sight was finally broken. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ.net
The paparazzi, realizing they had missed Millie and Charles, swarmed around Brandon instead.
“Mr. Watson, are things tense between you and Millie?”
“There are rumors you’re both involved in affairs. Any truth to that?”
“Mr. Watson, what’s the current state of your marriage?”
“Mr. Watson—”
Darden was already dialing frantically, trying to get them out of there while microphones crowded in on Brandon. But Brandon didn’t move. He was still staring in the direction of the car that had just turned the corner.
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