Chapter 757
Chapter 757:
Vivian, on the other hand, carried no such burden. She leaned on Brandon’s resources and cleverly turned Millie into her stepping stone, carefully plotting her way to win.
Backstage, Millie couldn’t shake off a flicker of unease. The mirror reflected her in full costume, every detail in place for the show. Her neck and shoulders bore faint reminders of past wounds, but the skin had healed. With careful makeup, the marks had faded to where they were almost invisible.
The stylist bustled around her, tugging at seams and hems. “You’ve dropped a lot of weight lately,” the stylist said while pinning the fabric. “I’ll tighten this up a little. Be more careful out there on stage p>
Millie gave a quick nod, her chest tightening as her heartbeat quickened. For the first time in days, the pressure of the moment shoved aside the fog of confusion she’d been carrying, grounding her in the present task—the concert.
Out front, the seats were steadily filling as the audience poured in. Word of what happened in Vivian’s live stream spread quickly, and her shameless stunt became the latest gossip everywhere.
“Unbelievable. She has no right to sing ‘Glimmer of Love p>
“Exactly. Isn’t there some restriction on who can perform that song? How is she even allowed p>
“I heard she bought the rights to perform it a while back, but the credits were disputed. The re-release updated the lyricist and composer, which technically lets her perform it now p>
“So she can actually still sing it? That’s absurd p>
“Don’t let her go through with it p>
Viewers grumbled as they poured into her stream. Still, plenty of them hesitated, because stopping her meant paying for votes—which only put more money in Vivian’s pocket. Why should anyone pay Vivian just to silence her?
The whole thing reeked of manipulation.
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Inside the venue, Myron, Egbert, and Brandon took their seats, overhearing the whispers around them. Brandon pulled out his phone and checked on Vivian’s live stream. Anger simmered in him, and he immediately ordered someone to wheel him outside.
Myron caught sight of Brandon leaving, then turned his attention back to the stage with a conflicted expression. The concert was minutes away from starting. He could only hope nothing else spiraled out of control.
Elsewhere, a car raced down the highway, headlights cutting through the night. Giffard had landed only moments ago and was heading straight for Vivian’s studio. He had tuned into Vivian’s stream the moment he stepped off the plane. With a safe clutched in one hand, he let out a quiet laugh.
“Vivian, the game’s over. Let’s see how you plan to escape this one p>
Giffard checked the live stream again and realized Vivian wasn’t at her studio. He hesitated for a moment before dialing Myron’s number.
When Myron saw who was calling, he frowned but still picked up.
“Tell me where Vivian is streaming right now. I need the address,” Giffard remarked, his tone sharp.
Myron cast his eyes toward the backstage area, where the faint shapes of busy figures moved about in a blur from where he stood.