Chapter 306

Chapter 306:
“They’ll be yours. Once you have them, you can do whatever you want,” Brandon said.
“I already said,” Ari insisted. “They belong to you. I don’t want them. Are you trying to force a child, sir?”
Brandon let out a quiet sigh. “That’s not what I mean.” He only wanted to be kind to her.
But Ari didn’t say anything else. She just looked at him.
The director of the facility, who had been standing quietly by the doorway, stepped in. Her eyes were disapproving as she looked at Brandon.
One of the staff members came forward to guide Ari back to her room, while the director lingered. She stared at Brandon as he watched Ari go, his lips drawn in a tight line.
“You should head back, Mr. Watson,” the director said. “We’ll look after her.”
Brandon didn’t answer right away. He lowered his head slightly, letting his fringe fall across his eyes.
He then reached into his coat, pulled out a checkbook, scribbled something quickly, and handed the check to the director.
“A donation,” he said. “For the children here. Use it how you see fit.”
The director hesitated but then accepted it. Despite her opinion of Brandon, the money was much needed.
“These other things…” Brandon gestured toward the untouched gift bags. “See if any of the children can use them.” Original content can be found at.net
The director nodded.
“Don’t tell them who it came from,” Brandon added. “And keep her safe.”
The director nodded again. “We will.”
“I’m leaving,” Brandon murmured—not to anyone in particular. He then turned and walked off into the night.
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The city spun on, loud and fast.
Charles was racing toward Evans Mansion.
He had multiple phones stuffed into his coat. One had a video call still running with Millie and the team, another was pulling updates from the mansion, and everything else was vibrating constantly.
His head was starting to throb.
Several investors from the show were already on their way. Millie had come up with a smart solution, but the real trouble wasn’t those investors. It was his brothers. Both of them had made it there first.
Inside the Evans family, Charles was finally starting to gain ground. But his two brothers weren’t going to hand over control without a fight.
Still, seeing Millie and the others on the video call—shuffling papers, tracking updates, coordinating their plan—it grounded him. He had to stay strong and win this. No matter what.
This was his one shot to flip the script—something Millie had made possible. If he failed now, he’d stay the underdog forever.
He leaned forward, urging the driver to speed up, too focused to notice the car that slipped past them.
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