Chapter 473

Chapter 473:
“If Vivian’s testimony proves accurate and they maintained a purely platonic relationship, then perhaps she isn’t the home-wrecker we imagined—just someone who made unreasonable demands.”
“But what about Brandon’s cryptic response? He admitted before that there were feelings between him and Vivian. Is that mere gratitude? Maybe appreciation? Either way, it feels deliberately vague and evasive, yet it practically confirmed he divorced Millie because of this entire mess.”
“Exactly my thoughts.”
“I’m dying to see how this soap opera reaches its grand finale.”
Meanwhile, after wrestling with an avalanche of corporate crises, Brandon found himself facing Eugene’s simple question about lunch preferences.
But hunger had abandoned Brandon entirely, leaving him feeling hollow and restless. He mumbled something about wanting to stretch his legs downstairs and told Eugene to order whatever seemed appealing.
Eugene opened his mouth to protest but then thought better of it and simply clamped his lips shut.
The assistant had endured his own hellish day. After sacrificing sleep to navigate the company’s treacherous waters, Vivian’s theatrical performance had driven him perilously close to his breaking point.
Well, since Brandon had granted him carte blanche for meal selection, Eugene decided to indulge in something luxuriously expensive that would satisfy his own refined tastes—two servings, one designated for Brandon and one for himself. Should Brandon’s appetite fail to materialize, he would savor both servings with guilty pleasure!
Brandon summoned his private elevator with a weary press of the button. The gleaming doors slid open with mechanical precision, and after a moment of internal debate, his finger hovered over a specific floor selection before pressing down with quiet resolve.
“Ding.” The elevator completed its swift journey and announced its arrival. Brandon emerged from the compartment without making a sound.
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This particular floor buzzed with frenetic energy—employees juggling phone calls while weaving between workstations, their voices creating a symphony of professional stress. Several employees offered respectful greetings as he passed, though most remained completely absorbed in their critical tasks. The constant symphony of ringing telephones echoed throughout the entire workspace.
This floor served as the nerve center for the company’s market value management operations, while directly across the corridor stood the prestigious financial department that the Bennett family had established during their golden years of influence. Every soul in sight moved with urgent purpose, their dedication palpable in the charged atmosphere.
As Brandon observed their relentless activity, Millie’s ethereal presence seemed to materialize before his weary eyes, like a phantom from happier times. She had once graced these corridors frequently, weaving her strategic brilliance behind the scenes with masterful precision.
The question tormented him—had she witnessed today’s explosive news coverage? If she had observed his clumsy attempts at damage control, what harsh judgment would she render?
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