Chapter 398
Chapter 398:
Wind swept across the stage, liberating her hair to flow like liquid silk. As she raised her head with agonizing slowness, those familiar locks framed her revealed face, exposing her identity to every shocked observer.
Brandon exploded from his seat, his eyes stretched wide with disbelief, his entire body trembling as he gaped at the transformed woman onstage.
The audience detonated into chaos, screams of astonishment tearing through the night air.
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“Serena was actually Millie this entire time?! How—”
“Wait a second! So she’s really Millie? As in… Brandon’s wife?”
“This defies belief! Millie’s supposed to be nothing more than a spoiled trophy wife! How could she possibly be Serena?”
“Someone’s playing an elaborate trick on us!”
“Maybe this is all wrong? Did Serena realize she couldn’t save her reputation and convince Millie to participate in some twisted performance?”
Disbelief crashed over the crowd like ocean waves against stubborn cliffs.
Serena’s genius had blazed undeniably bright, particularly after her triumphant third performance. Even when the donation fraud scandal had tried to destroy her reputation, no one had questioned the raw power of her artistry.
During the scandalous fourth show, when vicious rumors had swirled around Serena, she had once again silenced every critic through pure artistic brilliance. But now reality stood naked before them—Serena had been that supposedly pampered housewife all along? The same woman whose husband paraded publicly with Vivian, practically announcing their affair to the world while she waited silently at home for Vivian’s influence to diminish, her eyes fixed on the Watson family fortune? The same woman everyone believed could never measure up to Vivian’s legendary twenty-five-second musical masterpiece?
The revelation stretched beyond the boundaries of human comprehension.
“This cannot be happening! What we’re witnessing defies all logic—it must be an elaborate deception!”
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Hysteria erupted from countless throats as the auditorium plunged into absolute pandemonium.
From his position at the rear, Charles observed Millie’s commanding presence onstage with quiet satisfaction before his attention shifted to Oakley’s ashen face beside him.
“You see, sometimes there really are miracles,” Charles murmured, his smile carrying the weight of vindication.
Oakley remained transfixed by Millie’s revealed identity, his expression carved from pure disbelief as his world crumbled around him.
Only after forcing himself to process the impossible reality before him did Oakley rotate toward Charles with mechanical stiffness, terror blazing in his widened eyes.
The screaming crescendoed as hundreds of faces swiveled between Vivian’s frozen figure on stage and Brandon’s shocked figure in the concealed seating.
Vivian stood paralyzed by the magnitude of what she had discovered.
Oakley’s earlier warning message had planted seeds of worry in her mind, and her own instincts had whispered danger, yet nothing had prepared her for this earth-shattering revelation.
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