Chapter 145

Chapter 145:
Things on Vivian and Brandon’s side had erupted into complete pandemonium. When the dust settled, all Millie witnessed was Brandon sweeping Vivian into his arms and rushing her toward the villa’s entrance.
The spectacle unfolded before more than just Millie’s eyes—every single person present absorbed the dramatic scene.
Charles studied Millie’s face, worry etching deep lines across his features. Words pressed against his lips, demanding release, but the sea of reporters surrounding them forced his silence. Instead, he began barking at the crowd.
The Elliott siblings absorbed every detail of the unfolding drama. Jayceon’s expression twisted into one of complete dismissal. His sister beside him also rolled her eyes with barely concealed contempt.
Each observer processed the chaos through their own lens of judgment.
Millie, however, simply pulled her attention away with studied indifference. The man cradling Vivian against his chest might as well have been a stranger rather than the husband who had shared her life for countless years. The entire spectacle felt disconnected from her reality.
Sirens wailed from within the villa once more, their urgent cry soon joined by the rhythmic thrum of helicopter blades.
Millie tilted her head skyward and located the aircraft circling overhead like a mechanical vulture.
Charles positioned himself as her shield while they navigated toward the helicopter’s landing zone.
Millie acknowledged his guidance with a brief nod, and then moved alongside the security team that had finally carved a path through the pressing crowd, all of them heading back toward the villa.
The Evans Group personnel, previously trapped behind the human barrier, had broken through at last, establishing clear corridors for the departing banquet guests.
The exodus began with surprising organization, and under the security team’s watchful supervision, the dense crowd gradually dispersed into manageable streams.
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As Millie placed her foot on the first step leading to the rooftop where the helicopters waited, she allowed herself one final backward glance.
Far below on the ground floor, the masses had formed a natural circle of space. Vivian had emerged from unconsciousness, and Brandon maintained his vigil beside her, his body angled toward hers as he murmured words meant only for her ears.
Every line of tension in his furrowed brow and the rigid set of his compressed lips painted a portrait of genuine anxiety for Vivian’s wellbeing.
Charles traced Millie’s line of sight, then spoke with gentle firmness. “We should leave now.”
Millie dropped her eyes and pivoted away, refusing to grant the scene below another moment of her attention.
“Okay,” she responded, falling into step behind Charles as they exited through the passageway.
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