Chapter 412

Chapter 412:
Vivian, who’d been basking in glory just minutes ago, now looked pale. She gripped her phone tightly, staring at Brandon’s contact—but didn’t press call.
Back at Moonlit Estate, Brandon had returned to his own villa.
Outside the house, he paused. He remembered how Millie had slapped him there. Her eyes. Her tears.
He walked back into the villa, recalling the kiss they shared at the entryway. He entered the same bedroom from that night. The moonlight looked just like before.
The room was quiet. Still.
He stared at the bed, almost seeing the tracks of her tears on the pillow.
And in the corner was the button that had popped off when he’d torn her shirt.
Her scent still lingered. But now, she was gone.
The silence echoed her words from that rooftop moment during the auction break.
“Mr. Watson, you shouldn’t let your concern reach past your partner, or else you’ll only end up betraying her.”
That day, Serena had smiled at him. But Millie—Millie was crying inside.
Online discussion was intensifying.
At that moment, Elliott Group released a video.
It captured the scene from the tanzanite auction at the jewelry house. This was when Millie purchased the tanzanite from Elliott Group.
In the video, everyone’s face was blurred except hers.
Millie had been seated alone in a corner, silently raising her paddle again and again.
Across the room, a man taunted her.
“If you were anyone else, I’d let it go. It’s just a stone. But since you’re Brandon’s wife, there’s no way I’m giving it to you.”
Millie looked at him calmly. “What would it take for you to let me have it?”
The man let out a loud laugh, eyes locked on her. “Right here, in front of everyone—say you’re a bitch, call Brandon worthless, and agree to collaborate with me. Only then will I back down.”
Millie stood without hesitation, still smiling.
Everyone thought she might comply. Instead, she picked up a paddle and struck him across the face.
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The man reeled back, furious, about to charge at her. Millie didn’t even flinch.
“I’ll sue you! That’s assault!”
She gave him a faint smile. “Go ahead. The paddle’s so light, the mark will fade before you reach the door. Think you can prove anything?”
“Millie!”
“And you’re right. I am humiliating you,” she said, her tone even. “I won’t let you insult Brandon. Not under any circumstances.” Her voice was calm, but her eyes were cold. “Do you understand?”
The man shouted, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll lose the stone?”
Millie didn’t answer right away. She just smiled, her composure sharpening the contrast with his rage.
“Try me,” she said. “Do you really think you can scare me or go up against the Watsons?”
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