Chapter 215

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Vivian crossed her arms, irritation flaring in her eyes. “Just follow my instructions. I have my reasons.”
Oakley shook his head. “Look, the external voting stats are clear. Serena doesn’t stand a chance of making it to the finals. So what exactly are you worried about?”
“Just do what I told you,” Vivian snapped, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Her mind, however, was restless. The bite mark she had noticed on Brandon’s lips had unsettled her.
Though she believed she had him fully wrapped around her finger, Millie still posed a dangerous, personal threat—one that had to be dealt with swiftly.
To do that, she needed Serena on her side. Chapters first released on ~net
Her previous attempts had failed. No amount of persuasion or incentives had worked on Serena. So now, coercion was the only option.
Vivian had a card up her sleeve. She knew Serena’s secret: the miscarriage. With that knowledge as leverage, Serena wouldn’t dare defy her.
Still, Serena’s continued indifference, her calm refusal to bow to Vivian’s authority, was infuriating.
Vivian gritted her teeth. She wasn’t the type to back down. She would make Serena surrender—no matter what it took.
The following day, Jayceon was preparing to go out when a message pinged on his phone—it was from his brother, Myron.
He blinked at the screen. He was being asked to accompany Myron to the third live broadcast of Heavenly Melody.
“Huh?” Jayceon muttered, confused.
He remembered suggesting attending the last broadcast, but that was only because Serena had caught his eye after the charity auction. Since then, his interest had cooled.
Why was Myron suddenly asking him to go again?
Raising a brow, he messaged back, “Wait… do you have a thing for her, Myron? I thought she was with Charles.”
Myron replied with a simple message: “No, nothing like that. She just seems interesting… and possibly useful for our current plans.”
Jayceon read the message and straightened up, his expression shifting to something more serious. If Myron thought Serena had potential, it was worth paying attention.
At the same time, high above the city in the Watson Group’s executive office, Brandon stood silently by the window. He stared out at the sky, watching clouds drift past with calm detachment, his thoughts far away.
Time moved quickly. Spring was settling in, and the air was warming. Twenty days had passed since Brandon and Millie filed for divorce, and it would soon become official. And it was also the day of the third live broadcast of Heavenly Melody.
The competition had become fierce. Originally, there had been twelve contestants. Three had been eliminated during the last round, but one had returned through a revival vote, leaving ten still in the game.
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