Chapter 258

Chapter 258: ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ
The streetlight kept flickering, casting shifting shadows throughout the car’s interior. When the light turned green, Millie took her eyes off the screen and continued driving.
There was no escaping the wine tasting now.
Even if it ended up being a setup, she’d still have to face it.
At least if she showed up, she could deal with whatever came her way in the moment.
And besides… Millie’s thoughts drifted to Babette.
After spending years with Brandon, Millie had gotten a good read on him. Babette was driven and full of pride, but she had the knowledge to match her confidence.
They had always stayed out of each other’s business, and Millie had no clue what Babette had gone through during her time in Flesta.
If it had anything to do with Millie personally, there were only a handful of possibilities.
A wave of weariness washed over her.
And truthfully, she needed to figure out what to do about Brandon. He was becoming more of a problem than she could handle.
That night, the wind picked up again across Crobert.
The dark sky, the weaving traffic, and the scattered city lights all seemed to move under the weight of something unseen.
Clouds moved swiftly across the sky, as if the night was bracing for something to come.
Time slipped by, and two more days had passed.
It was now the night of Babette’s wine tasting.
The venue was Crobert’s most extravagant hotel, reserved entirely for Babette’s exclusive event.
To be fair, this setup was already on the casual side.
For a family like the Watsons, events like this were usually held in more private, elite settings—like an estate, a luxury villa, a yacht, or some exclusive club. They used elegant and exclusive venues, tucked away from the public eye. And this kind of high-profile, public affair? It wasn’t their typical style.
Millie drove to the hotel and met Brandon at the spot they had agreed on. As soon as Brandon saw what she was wearing, a subtle frown formed on his face.
It wasn’t the dress he had chosen for her.
Millie caught his expression and immediately understood what was running through his mind.
The dress she had on was borrowed from Charles’ side.
She had no intention of deepening her ties with Brandon.
Without offering any explanation, she walked into the venue with him.
Inside, the temperature was just right. Soft golden lights bathed the space in a warm glow, giving it an elegant air. Gentle piano music filled the background as formally dressed guests chatted in hushed tones, glasses of wine in hand. The unmistakable scent of wine lingered in the room, as one would expect at such an event.
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