Chapter 281
Chapter 281:
Brandon’s face remained unreadable, his gaze lowered, making it impossible to decipher what he was thinking.
Just as Charles was about to lose his patience and walk off, Brandon spoke quietly, his voice barely loud enough for only them to hear.
“Millie said the two of you were just friends.”
Charles gave him a sideways glance. “And?”
Brandon looked up. “Take care of her as a friend.”
Before Charles could respond with his usual sarcasm, Brandon added, “Please. If you need anything… let me know.”
Charles blinked, momentarily caught off guard. His reply, brimming with irritation, died on his lips.
After a short silence, he huffed, “I don’t need you to tell me that,” and stormed off, muttering under his breath.
As he disappeared backstage, Charles couldn’t help but frown. What the hell was Brandon playing at?
Was he trying to balance Vivian and Millie? Waiting for Vivian to die before crawling back to Millie?
The thought made him recoil. He gagged dramatically, shaking his head in disgust. Updates are released by ⓝovelFind.net
Brandon stood silently, his eyes trailing after Charles, his expression unchanged.
The fourth live broadcast of Heavenly Melody was electric with anticipation.
It was the semifinals, after all.
The crowd buzzed not just because of the stakes but also because the Elliott Group had entered the scene. Everyone already knew Brandon was backing Vivian, but the Elliott Group? That was a whole different league.
Their grip on the luxury and fashion markets was massive. If one of the contestants caught their eye tonight, the doors to the upper echelon of fame would fly open.
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And that opportunity was right here, right now.
The six semifinalists knew it.
They pulled out every trick they had and pushed their talents to the edge, determined to land in the top three—or at the very least, leave an impression on the Elliott family.
The crowd erupted in cheers after each amazing performance.
Millie had drawn the fourth slot.
As the third contestant wrapped up their performance, her phone buzzed. It was a message sent to Serena. From Vivian.
“Serena, I gave you a chance.”
Millie’s eyes flicked toward the judges’ table. Vivian sat there, smiling—a smile that said “checkmate.”
So, this was it. Vivian was finally making her move.
As the commercial break began and the stage cleared, Barbara came rushing over, nearly stumbling in her heels.
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