Chapter 617
Chapter 617:
But now… she trusted Myron with such complete abandon!
Wasn’t she terrified of what Myron might attempt while she lay defenseless in slumber?
The realization sent agony ripping through his chest like shattered glass. As Myron secured the door, Brandon opened his mouth to speak, but Myron gestured for them to move their conversation elsewhere.
Brandon’s glare burned into Myron before shifting to the car where she slept. He gave a curt nod.
Brandon observed Myron lock the vehicle with meticulous care, safeguarding her sanctuary, before trailing him into the distance. Myron measured the distance between them and the car with calculating precision, confirming their voices wouldn’t carry back to disturb her rest, and then pivoted to confront Brandon.
Brandon met Myron’s gaze with an icy coldness, hatred crystallizing in the space between them. They stood facing each other in suffocating silence, Darden maintaining his watchful distance.
Without warning, Myron’s fist exploded across Brandon’s face with brutal precision.
“Brandon!” Darden’s shocked cry shattered the stillness as he sprinted forward. Myron refused to relent, seizing Brandon’s collar and slamming him against the concrete wall. His fists hammered down in relentless succession, each blow carrying accumulated rage.
Yet Brandon absorbed each strike without fighting back, his body accepting the punishment as if he welcomed the pain.
“Myron, stop!” Darden lunged between them, his arms wrapping around Myron’s torso as he struggled to pull him away.
“What’s gotten into you? Why are you beating him senseless?” Darden’s chest heaved with exertion as he struggled to restrain Myron’s muscular frame.
𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠:
“Release me!” Myron’s command sliced through the air.
But Darden’s grip remained ironclad.
Brandon’s head drooped forward, crimson streams painting his lips where Myron’s knuckles had found their mark.
Myron’s laughter rang hollow and cruel as it echoed off the walls.
His gaze pierced Brandon with a frigid coldness as the words poured forth. “Brandon, I used to believe that even after falling for Vivian, you’d still harbor some shred of compassion for Millie. How spectacularly wrong I was!” His voice dripped with contempt. “You actually allowed Vivian to broadcast her live stream from the very house you once shared with Millie. You couldn’t even be bothered to remove your wedding photograph or alter a single piece of decor. Now she’s drowning in public ridicule while malicious gossip weaves its poisonous theories about you two. Is this the outcome you craved?” Myron’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he delivered each word with calculated precision. “If that’s your truth, then you’ve proven yourself to be absolutely…” He paused, savoring each syllable. “A truly despicable excuse for a man!”
His fist cocked back for another devastating blow.
Darden’s reflexes kicked in, intercepting the attack.
“Hold on…” His voice trembled with urgency. “Brandon had no knowledge of how Vivian infiltrated that house. I’ll stake my reputation on that fact. Originally, Vivian was scheduled to film her broadcast from my residence instead. If you had witnessed the live stream, you would have seen Eugene and me breaking down the door to terminate Vivian’s transmission.”
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