Chapter 36

Chapter 36:
Eugene, clearly relieved, turned and left the room without delay.
As Brandon stared at the closed office door, he couldn’t ignore the truth. He had ended things with Millie so suddenly that many of the responsibilities she used to manage had fallen through the cracks.
The office was silent, broken only by the soft ticking of the clock on the wall. A sharp scent of coffee lingered in the air, its bitterness cutting through the stillness.
Steam curled up from the mug on his desk, and with it, Brandon’s frown deepened.
He reached for his phone and reread the message he had sent Millie, asking her to come back with him to visit his grandparents over the weekend. Still, there was no reply.
He clearly remembered the way she had firmly turned him down over the phone. Was she still holding onto that anger?
As his eyes remained fixed on the screen, a sudden knock at the door broke his focus.
He glanced up and saw Vivian standing in the doorway with a bright smile.
“Brandon,” Vivian said as she walked in, her voice light. “I thought I’d drop by and keep you company.”
Brandon quickly slid his phone out of sight and gave her a small nod.
Vivian’s eyes briefly drifted toward Brandon’s phone, but her face remained unreadable.
After a brief pause, she sat down slowly, her movements uncertain.
Brandon caught the shift in her demeanor and asked, “Is something bothering you?”
“Brandon, did Millie get in touch with you today?” Vivian asked, her voice measured.
He turned to her, arching his brows, silently urging her to continue.
“This afternoon, I posted a short video about joining Heavenly Melody. I only meant to follow the same path she once walked. I didn’t expect the backlash online…” Vivian explained, watching his face for any hint of reaction.
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She paused, then asked carefully, “Did she say anything to you about it?”
Brandon’s brow tightened. This afternoon? He had spent the entire day in meetings and hadn’t kept up with anything online. A glance at the clock told him it was already fifteen minutes past nine in the evening.
“There’s something else I need to mention…” Vivian hesitated before adding, “When I left the studio at a quarter to nine, something felt off. It wasn’t until I parked downstairs just now that I realized I’d been followed by paparazzi the entire way.”
She looked genuinely regretful as she pulled out her phone and handed it to Brandon.
On the screen were a series of photos, showing her from the doors of Vivian Floral Design all the way to the Watson Group building. The headline above the images read, “Vivian spotted entering Watson Group late at night—rumored to be meeting Brandon.” For original chapters go to.net
Just beneath the photos, the comment section was already buzzing with harsh remarks, many ridiculing Millie and speculating about her divorce.
“Brandon, I’m really sorry. I should have been more careful,” Vivian said, her voice shaking slightly as her eyes began to well up.
Brandon waved his hand casually, brushing it off as nothing to worry about.
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