Chapter 20

Chapter 20:
She knew full well that a songwriter like herself would be lucky to get a few hundred thousand from selling a song.
He wasn’t making that offer for the song. He was doing it for Vivian.
Millie laughed until her sides hurt. She could barely breathe.
Vivian looked confused, and then offended.
“Eva,” she said, trying to stay calm, “that’s already a very generous offer. I’m planning to use this track for a show called Heavenly Melody. You’ve probably heard of it. I want this to be my signature performance…”
She kept talking, but Charles had heard enough.
He slammed his palm against the table and stood. “She already said she doesn’t want to sell it, Brandon. Stop pushing her.”
Brandon didn’t move. He stayed seated, his eyes cold and blank. Even seated, he looked intimidating.
Millie wiped the corners of her eyes, still smiling. She reached for Charles.
“It’s alright. I’ll sell it,” she said.
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Surprise flickered across Charles’ face, though he quickly masked it.
Deep down, this was the exact outcome he’d been hoping for.
Millie’s presence today was no accident; he’d invited her with a specific purpose in mind.
His position as the Evans family’s third son contrasted sharply with Brandon’s role as head of the Watson Group.
Avoiding direct confrontation with someone as influential as Brandon was always preferable, if possible.
Still, Millie’s easy agreement caught him off guard.
Convincing her in private was something he’d actually prepared for.
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Brows knitted in thought, Charles studied Millie’s expression, searching for any clue about her true feelings.
Oversized sunglasses shielded every hint of her emotion, leaving him no closer to an answer.
A single, clear sentence broke the silence. “Let’s get the paperwork underway,” Millie said.
She had no plans to explain herself with Brandon and Vivian standing there, so she kept her eyes on the polished wooden desk in the office, its fine grain etched with delicate patterns. Even so, her heart stayed steady and calm. Her voice rang with quiet resolve. “Evans Entertainment will represent me. We’ll handle everything according to the usual process.” A pointed glance at Charles made her intent unmistakable.
No hesitation from him—he quickly motioned to the staff, signaling them to assist Vivian with the arrangements.
A flash of scorn crossed Vivian’s eyes as she looked Millie up and down.
“Well, that’s quite the turnaround,” said Vivian, her tone laced with quiet sarcasm as she threw shade at Millie for backing down after standing her ground on not selling the song.
Millie answered with nothing more than a calm smile. She rose from her seat and headed out of the office without a word.
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