Chapter 776
Chapter 776:
“I should prepare for the show,” Millie said, desperate to escape her spiraling thoughts before they consumed her entirely. “My makeup needs refreshing.” She hurried toward the vanity, needing the distraction.
Myron remained frozen in place, watching her delicate silhouette retreat into the distance, his hands curling into fists of helpless rage.
Vivian had just finished performing “Glimmer of Love” and felt satisfied watching the digital rewards flooding her screen. But then, her assistant’s face transformed into a mask of pure panic. The live chat had erupted into frenzied discussion about something explosive.
“What’s happening?” Vivian demanded, her voice sharp with sudden anxiety.
Her assistant thrust his phone toward her. Vivian leaned closer and absorbed the contents of the explosive post. Her heart executed a violent skip within her chest. Who had authored this revelation? And what other secrets did they possess?
Since she was still broadcasting live, Vivian couldn’t risk speaking openly, so she communicated her panic through urgent glances, silently ordering her assistant to investigate immediately. The assistant acknowledged her silent command with a quick nod.
Vivian forced her expression back into a mask of calm professionalism and continued her stream. From across the room, her caregiver watched with mounting dread, recognizing the storm that was about to break.
Chaos reigned—everyone seemed to be losing it, acting absolutely irrational. That was exactly what ran through Vivian’s caregiver’s mind as she watched the scene unfold.
She knew she had to find an exit strategy and put as much distance as possible between herself and this group of maniacs.
The hours crept by at a snail’s pace. Meanwhile, online chatter grew louder and more frantic. Discussions about Millie exploded across every platform, drawing in waves of speculation.
People cried out for insiders to come forward and explain what really happened to Millie, but instead, the gossip just kept getting stranger. Wild theories surfaced: some swore Millie had been the target of an assassination, others insisted she was just filming a dramatic scene, and a few spread rumors that she’d jumped from a building.
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The most outlandish claim suggested Millie was already dead, and that the woman everyone saw now was merely an imposter. Another story took it even further, claiming Millie had come back to life on the very day she supposedly died, as if fate had given her another chance. Rumors like these kept multiplying, each one more bizarre than the last.
Most were invented purely for attention, with no real proof behind them. However, all these rumors only made the situation even more confusing. Fact and fiction blended together, and in the end, people only trusted what could be backed up with solid evidence.
The concert would kick off at exactly 7:00 p.m.
At 6:50 p.m., Millie broke her silence with a quick social media update. “The concert’s about to begin. Let’s put all our attention on the music for the next few hours p>
Rather than address any rumors, she simply encouraged everyone to focus on the performance itself. The brief announcement failed to satisfy the eager truth-seekers, and it left the gossipmongers still craving more.