Chapter 755
Chapter 755:
But Brandon cared for none of it. He stayed in bed, staring at the traces Millie left behind. Her presence lingered in the room. He folded the bedding carefully, unwilling to disturb it.
Only on the day of the concert did he rise. He showered, shaved, and faced the mirror. He looked thinner than before. Thinking of Millie’s frail figure, his heart ached.
By six in the evening, the concert drew near. It was set to begin at seven.
Outside the venue, the air buzzed with excitement. Fans gathered, chatting happily as they exchanged merchandise. There were both complimentary items one could claim by showing a concert ticket, and paid ones sold along a street near the venue. Most featured Millie’s image from Heavenly Melody—masks, singles, and more.
Fans loved such treasures. Many had followed her since her Heavenly Melody days, and they discussed it eagerly.
Suddenly, several cars pulled up, catching eyes. Traffic was restricted, so only those with status could drive through.
Three members of the Elliott family stepped out of a Bentley. A Rolls-Royce arrived next, carrying Egbert, who nodded at Myron.
Then another car stopped. A wheelchair was rolled out, and Brandon appeared, instantly drawing the crowd’s attention.
“So many big names showed up tonight p>
“This is wild. Millie’s ex-husband, the man she’s with now, and even the one rumored to be her boyfriend all came to her concert p>
“Do you think they’ll start a fight? That would be the highlight of the night p>
From a distance, the group shared glances that said more than words ever could. Egbert’s eyes narrowed on Brandon, his fists itching to put the man on the ground. Since their first meeting in Flesta, Egbert had never taken Brandon seriously. If anything, Egbert had only secretly wished Millie would cut ties with Brandon once and for all.
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She finally did, but by then Myron had already taken his place. The thought left Egbert burning with resentment toward Brandon. His glare hardened, the intensity of it sharp enough to pierce.
Brandon didn’t spare him a glance, keeping his attention fixed on the far side of the venue.
Another vehicle rolled to a stop beside theirs, catching everyone’s attention. A wheelchair appeared first, and in it sat Napier, who hadn’t been seen in public in a while.
The group greeted the old man respectfully. That moment reminded the crowd that Millie was under Evans Entertainment, the Evans family’s own company.
Near the venue, reporters crowded together, cameras flashing as they streamed the event live to thousands watching online. The internet lit up instantly, chatter spreading like wildfire.
Vivian tapped her screen, and her live stream went live at once. Within seconds, viewers poured in, many of them spamming the chat and telling her to quit stirring up drama.
That only fueled Vivian more, since outrage or support didn’t matter—every click meant more exposure. She had long since learned to turn infamy into a brand, feeding off the attention while brushing aside the insults.