Chapter 30

Chapter 30:
Transforming the company’s future, Brandon introduced bold strategies and pushed for innovation on every front. Competitors gradually lost their edge as Brandon subtly, yet consistently, kept them in check. His reputation for brilliance was now well-established.
Although Brandon stood alone as the Watson family’s only successor, he was a match for any of the city’s elite clans.
A string of back-to-back meetings finally ended. Brandon leaned back in his chair at the very top of the tower, rubbing his forehead to clear the tension. From the executive office, he could see the city of Crobert stretching out beyond the glass walls.
In the heart of Crobert, the Watson building dominated the skyline, with busy streets weaving below. Many dreamed of standing where Brandon did.
A subtle vibration from his phone broke the silence of his office. Vivian’s message flashed across the screen. “When you wrap up at the office, want to leave together?”
Elsewhere, Vivian lounged on her studio sofa, scrolling through the online chatter with a satisfied grin.
“Nicely done,” she remarked, speaking to someone over the phone. “Keep the pressure on Millie. I want my name trending everywhere before the big broadcast. Make sure everyone’s talking about me.”
Once the call ended, Vivian faced her caregiver, impatience flickering in her eyes.
“Out with it,” Vivian said sharply, not one for small talk.
The caregiver shifted awkwardly, wrestling with her conscience.
“Are you sure about this, Miss Simpson?” the caregiver asked. “If Evans Entertainment decides to take legal action over copyright, what happens then?”
A dismissive laugh escaped Vivian’s lips. “Isn’t ten million enough for them? What more do they want?”
“But it still feels risky…” Concern lingered in the caregiver’s voice.
Across the room, Vivian tapped her screen, her attention half-occupied by her phone as she waited for Brandon to respond.
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With a hint of amusement, she explained, “Evans Entertainment helped fund Heavenly Melody. The more attention this stirs up, the better it is for their share of the profits when the show’s on. They have every reason to turn a blind eye to my methods. Besides, their musicians stand to benefit from the extra publicity. If things get tricky, I can always promise to help promote their people, too.”
The unexpected logic left the caregiver momentarily speechless. Seeing the shock on her face gave Vivian a rush of satisfaction.
“Most things can be negotiated, you know,” Vivian continued, her tone turning almost boastful. “Take my studio, for example. It started as nothing. Can you even guess how I built it into what it is now?”
The caregiver only shook her head, unable to answer.
Pride sparkled in Vivian’s eyes as a sly grin tugged at her lips. No straightforward explanation came from her. Instead, she teased, “Why don’t you try and figure that out for yourself? Let’s see how much you can actually grasp.”
Vivian’s success story wasn’t a mystery. The “Luxury Villa Floral Display” had put her name on the map. Every important client came through Brandon in one way or another—whether it was him directly, his network of friends, or people hoping to curry favor with him.
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