Chapter 894
Chapter 894:
He couldn’t bear the thought of letting her face those who opposed her completely alone.
“I’d like that,” Millie replied softly, squeezing his hand with gratitude.
Meanwhile, many floors above them, Brandon had already taken his position in the spacious CEO’s office. He sat in his wheelchair, positioned perfectly beside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the entire city spread out below.
His body was still healing from his recent injuries, but he was determined not to miss this crucial meeting, even if he had to attend it seated in a wheelchair with bandages still covering parts of his arms and torso.
Sitting in a chair nearby was Vivian, who looked like she’d aged years in just the past few days.
She had been enduring what Brandon euphemistically called her “treatment program”—a harsh regimen designed to teach her the consequences of her actions.
The experience had left her genuinely terrified whenever she caught sight of Eugene or even heard his distinctive footsteps.
She hadn’t been active on any social media platforms recently, not because she didn’t want to be, but because her access to her phone and computer had been completely restricted as part of her ongoing “rehabilitation p>
Only this morning had she finally been allowed to have her devices returned to her, but she was far too frightened of the potential consequences to do anything reckless or attention-seeking.
Outside the windows, thick gray clouds drifted slowly across the sky as the minutes ticked steadily toward their appointment time.
At exactly five minutes before ten, the heavy oak door to the CEO’s office swung open, and Derek and Norma entered with their usual entourage of assistants and legal advisors trailing behind them like a small parade of serious faces in expensive suits.
𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩: 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆
A few minutes later, at precisely two minutes before ten, there was a polite but firm knock at the door.
Brandon turned his wheelchair slightly to watch as Eugene crossed the room and opened the door, ushering in Millie and Myron, who were accompanied by Barbara, Millie’s trusted assistant.
Millie kept her gaze carefully focused straight ahead, deliberately avoiding any eye contact with Brandon as she entered the room. Then she walked directly over to Derek and Norma with a warm smile.
After exchanging the usual polite greetings and pleasantries, Millie reached into her leather briefcase and produced the original signed agreement. “I brought the contract with me, just as we discussed,” Millie said, addressing Derek directly with calm confidence.
Derek let out a long, heavy sigh, his weathered face showing a complex mix of emotions. His eyes moved slowly from Millie to Myron, who stood protectively beside her like a loyal guardian.
“Millie, you have to understand something,” Derek began, his voice carrying the weight of years of regret. “I’ve always believed, deep in my heart, that you were the only woman who was truly worthy of being Brandon’s wife p>
Millie lowered her eyes slightly, her expression remaining perfectly neutral and giving away nothing of her inner thoughts.