Chapter 121

Chapter 121:
With a small smile, Millie turned to him and said, “There’s nothing strange about it. Maybe she once fancied that tanzanite, but then changed her mind about it and later gave it to someone else. After changing owners a few times, it finally ended up at this auction.”
Jayceon shook his head and replied, “I don’t think so. From what I heard, Millie was attached to that tanzanite. Apparently, someone else wanted it too back then, and she fought hard to get it. It just doesn’t add up that she’d let it go so easily.”
For a moment, Millie fixed Jayceon with a quiet stare, making him shift uncomfortably. She eventually broke the silence with a gentle smile. “But in the end, she still let it slip away, didn’t she?”
Since the tanzanite was now up for charity auction, it meant Millie, along with whoever had owned it after her, had all chosen to let it go. Jayceon fell silent, realizing she had made a point that was hard to dispute. Nothing came to mind that he could argue with.
“Excuse me,” Millie said politely, offering a slight nod before continuing down the hall.
She had barely taken more than a few steps when Vivian appeared in her path. A wave of annoyance passed over Millie, and she tried to move past, but Vivian stepped right in front of her on purpose. Official source is.net
“Serena!” Vivian called out, refusing to let her leave.
Stopping in place, Millie regarded Vivian with calm patience, unsure of what she wanted now.
A cold warning filled Vivian’s eyes. “You’d be smart to step away now. You’re nothing more than Charles’ companion. You ought to show Brandon some respect. If you keep this up, you’ll regret it.”
“You’ll only end up hurting both yourself and Charles!”
Millie paid no attention to Vivian’s threats and let her gaze drift over the black dress Vivian wore. There was no denying the dress had all the makings of a bridal gown, with layers of fine lace that only highlighted Vivian’s beauty. Clearly, the gossip making rounds online had been accurate. Brandon, who typically stayed out of the spotlight, chose this moment to show up in a big way, arriving with Vivian dressed like this.
The thought crossed Millie’s mind—what was Brandon trying to prove? Was he simply unaware, or was he giving Vivian free rein on purpose? Maybe he was in a rush to make his relationship with Vivian official. Perhaps it didn’t bother him at all that he and Millie were still technically married and in the middle of a divorce. A slight dip of her eyes betrayed Millie’s disappointment before she turned her back on Vivian.
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“Vivian, there’s no reason for you to say any of this to me. If you want the tanzanite, then bid for it. If I want it, I’ll do the same. Let’s just see who comes out on top,” she answered in a quiet, steady voice.
A cold laugh escaped Vivian. “Come out on top? Serena, that’s just wishful thinking. The only reason either of us is here is because of the men backing us. Brandon holds more power than Charles, so I already have the advantage.”
Vivian’s smugness was grating, and Millie saw no point in dragging things out. She turned and walked away. A warning rang out from behind. “Serena, you’re running out of chances! When you lose, it’s going to be humiliating! I’ll be waiting for you to crawl back and beg for mercy!”
Only the briefest pause betrayed Millie’s irritation before she moved on. Looking to avoid anyone else in the hallway, she made her way up to the third-floor terrace garden. A lively scene awaited her—business tycoons, art collectors, and celebrities all gathered together. Champagne glasses filled their hands, and each clink seemed to seal another silent agreement between them. Soft lighting gave the space a gentle glow, while piano music floated on the evening air.
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