Chapter 817
Chapter 817:
Millie’s eyes confirmed the contract bore all necessary signatures and official seals.
Both the binding agreement and Vivian’s comprehensive file materialized through the fax machine’s mechanical hum.
Every detail passed Millie’s meticulous inspection—not a single error marred the paperwork’s pristine accuracy.
At that precise moment, Millie’s vehicle had already claimed a strategic parking position within sight of Vivian’s studio.
Through her windshield, Millie studied the sea of humanity that had gathered, and then glanced at her watch face. Five precious minutes remained on the countdown.
Contemplation settled over her before she crafted her message and released it into the digital wilderness of social media.
“Five minutes remain, Vivian. This marks your final opportunity p>
Her post immediately became a lightning rod for an avalanche of hostile comments.
The response that climbed to the top of the pile read with venomous clarity: “Vivian lies broken before us, yet you continue your relentless assault. Do you seek to become her executioner p>
Before the cameras that captured every trembling breath, Vivian dissolved into tears that painted her face with artistic despair. “What sins have I committed to deserve this torment? Millie, what further sacrifices do you demand? Must I prostrate myself before you in complete surrender p>
An avalanche of fury crashed through Millie’s comment section, each message dripping with poison and hatred.
Some twisted souls had crafted black-and-white memorial photographs of Millie’s face, accompanied by disturbing images showing knives piercing through her printed likeness.
Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ
Rational thought had abandoned them entirely, leaving only raw, primal rage in its wake.
Millie observed this digital carnage with calm detachment. A few more minutes of patience would serve her well.
Her gaze traveled across the distance to find Vivian performing amid the crowd, and she watched this theatrical masterpiece unfold with serene composure.
As the final moments ticked toward their inevitable conclusion, user 567 emerged from the shadows to make the opening move.
567’s message appeared with surgical precision. “Everyone demands answers and apologies from me. Words seem insufficient, so I offer visual evidence instead. No conspiracy exists against Vivian—I simply could no longer stomach the charade p>
Six damning photographs materialized beneath the proclamation.
The opening image captured Vivian and Alexia poised for battle in a hospital corridor, their fury barely contained as Millie and Brandon physically separated the combatants. The frame clearly revealed Millie restraining Alexia while Brandon formed a protective shield around Vivian.
The second photograph depicted the aftermath at the staircase’s base—Millie sprawled below while Brandon supported Vivian with one arm, his other hand frozen in the motion of having just delivered a forceful shove.