Chapter 303

Chapter 303:
Vivian let out a cold murmur. “So what if I played my hand early? Serena, your name is nowhere on that donation list. Even if you scramble to make it up now, everyone online will see straight through it—too little, too late. Your wholesome act is finished. Let’s see you claw your way out of this.”
Her caregiver, standing nearby, couldn’t resist speaking up. “But Miss Simpson… your name doesn’t appear on the list either. What if someone brings that up?”
Vivian shot her a scathing look and snapped, “Are you fucking dumb? The whole world saw Brandon buy that tanzanite for me, and it wasn’t cheap. Plus, I’m also wearing the ruby pendant he bought for all to see. Who cares if my name isn’t listed?”
The caregiver fell silent, biting back a retort.
She’d nearly pointed out that, legally, Brandon and Millie were still married—which technically made that jewelry part of their joint property—but she thought better of it. One more word, and she’d face another sharp reprimand.
As an elite caregiver, she had cared for many high-profile individuals and was well aware that the heads of major corporations often had prenuptial agreements to protect their assets in high-stakes marriages. Given that Brandon’s wife had no notable background or leverage, the risk of a costly divorce was virtually nonexistent. So, she chose not to bring it up.
Brandon sat in the back seat of the car. He pulled out his phone and called Eugene.
“Mr. Watson,” Eugene answered promptly.
“There’s something I need you to take care of,” Brandon said, outlining the details.
“Understood, Mr. Watson. I’ll begin preparing the materials right away.”
After ending the call, Brandon fell silent, lost in thought.
“Where to, sir?” the driver asked.
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“Just drive around,” Brandon replied quietly.
He didn’t want to go back to the apartment.
Serenity Villa no longer felt like home since Millie had moved out. Without her, it was just an empty house.
Moonlit Estate wasn’t an option either. His grandparents still refused to see him. And Millie’s place… was closed off to him now.
Brandon gazed out the window, taking in the glittering city lights. The nightscape was as dazzling as ever, but he felt disconnected from it all. Despite being at the top of Crobert’s social and financial ladder, he suddenly felt like an outsider in his own life.
What was happening to him?
He leaned back in his seat and rubbed his temples, the weight of conflicting emotions pressing down on him.
The driver continued to cruise through the city in silence. Brandon stared absently out the window. Content originally comes from.net
Shop fronts passed by. Bright displays flickered beside crowded sidewalks. It was lively. Then something caught his eye.
“Stop here,” Brandon said.
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