Chapter 174

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“I’m convinced—maybe she even engineered the viral story on purpose!”
“This is just too much. Can’t she wait six more months? Vivian’s only been given half a year left to live!”
The gossip raged on everywhere, and meanwhile, at Vivian Floral Design, Vivian’s fury boiled over as she slammed her glass down with a sharp crack. Without a word, the cleaning crew swept away every shard of glass and slipped out of the room.
Vivian reached for her phone, dialing with steady fingers. “Tell me the truth. How did she suddenly turn up with a child?”
The reply was muffled but urgent. “We’re in the dark for now. We’ll have to look into it. The whole thing feels off. If she’s been hiding a child for years, Brandon would surely have known. Are you thinking of questioning him?”
“Is that what you’re suggesting?” Vivian’s eyes glinted, sharp as glass. “You believe this story isn’t real?”
“There’s a good chance it isn’t,” the voice answered, not missing a beat. “Talk to Brandon. No matter what you find out, there are ways to manage the fallout.” A few seconds ticked by before the voice quietly added, “Vivian, whatever happens, I’ve got your back.”
Vivian exhaled, letting some of the tension slip from her shoulders. She pressed the button to end the call.
She started to pace, her thoughts racing as she considered every possible outcome. Maybe Millie truly did have a child, though that hardly made sense. Brandon had always wanted kids. They had gotten married last year, so there would have been no reason to hide a child if one existed.
Of course, it could be that the child had nothing to do with Millie at all. But what would she gain from all this?
The answer snapped into place, and Vivian broke into a sudden laugh. Clearly, Millie had come to terms with the fact that Vivian’s reputation could not be overshadowed, so she decided to hatch this new plan.
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A wave of amusement flickered across Vivian’s eyes as the idea settled in her mind.
“Never thought you’d be so naive, Millie,” Vivian muttered under her breath. She then scanned her contacts for Brandon’s number and tapped the screen to call.
Meanwhile, inside the Watson Group’s executive office, Eugene approached Brandon’s desk and offered a tablet. “Mr. Watson, here’s the newest update. I’ve followed your instructions and had a reporter dig for extra details.”
Brandon scrolled through the screen, taking in a mix of online rumors and exclusive information passed along by the reporter.
“The little girl in question looks to be around four or five,” Eugene continued. “She was photographed alongside Mrs. Watson at the entrance of a kindergarten. I made sure everything was wiped from the web, just as you wanted. People may still be talking online, but there will be no more details.”
Even in this digital age, celebrity spotters lurked everywhere, eager to sell any tidbit for the right price. Clearly, this was one of those moments.
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