Chapter 177
Chapter 177:
Meanwhile, at the Watson Group’s imposing headquarters, Brandon sat rigid in his executive office, listening to the cold, mechanical busy tone echoing through his phone speaker, his lips forming a tight, frustrated line. Without a moment’s hesitation, he snatched his car keys from the desk and stormed toward the exit with determined strides.
Just as he stepped beyond the threshold, fragments of a hushed conversation drifted to his ears.
“Did you catch that explosive news circulating online? The photographs showing Mrs. Watson escorting that mysterious child to the school entrance?”
“Absolutely, I’ve examined every single image! It’s become monumental news throughout the entire city!”
“What’s your take on the whole situation? Do you believe that child belongs to both Mr. Watson and Mrs. Watson?”
“I honestly have no idea whatsoever. Haven’t you noticed Eugene racing around the building like a madman all day long? I’m certain he’s scrambling to manage this crisis.”
“What do you think drives Mrs. Watson’s actions in this scenario? Is she attempting to solidify her position as Mr. Watson’s legitimate spouse? Or does she harbor some alternative agenda?” Newest update provided by.net
“I’m completely clueless about her intentions, but by allowing the child to make this public appearance at such a critical moment, only a few realistic possibilities exist—she’s either staking her claim to status or positioning herself to claim ownership and inheritance rights.”
“I hadn’t even considered that angle! Your analysis makes perfect sense now!”
“Absolutely! Haven’t you witnessed those dramatic television storylines? At the most crucial moment, an illegitimate child suddenly emerges from the shadows to stake their claim on the family fortune. Now that Mr. Watson spends every waking moment beside Vivian, it makes complete sense that Mrs. Watson would want to execute one final, desperate maneuver.”
A sharp voice suddenly pierced through their whispered conspiracy as someone spotted Brandon’s imposing figure striding through the corridor. “Mr. Watson!”
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The remaining employees quickly ceased their animated discussion and bowed respectfully in synchronized motion.
Brandon’s cold gaze swept across their guilty faces with practiced indifference before he stepped into the waiting elevator, his mind churning with darker thoughts. What diabolical scheme was Millie orchestrating behind his back? Had this become her latest calculated maneuver? He had genuinely believed she had finally developed some rational sensibility, but now it appeared she had merely refined her tactics and changed her destructive approach. She was still wreaking havoc on his carefully constructed world.
The haunting memory of Vivian’s heart-wrenching sobs echoed relentlessly through his consciousness, amplifying his anger and confusion. Brandon settled into the driver’s seat, his first impulse pushing him to locate Millie immediately and demand answers to his burning questions, but uncertainty paralyzed him. Where could he possibly find her now?
Their paths hadn’t crossed since that brief, uncomfortable encounter in the sterile hospital corridors. He had attempted to visit her during her recovery, only to catch sight of her shadowy silhouette leaning against Giffard’s supportive frame through the frosted glass door, their forms creating an intimate tableau. Did she still remain confined within those sterile hospital walls?
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