Chapter 430

Chapter 430:
She really wanted to meet the cat.
Millie suddenly remembered that night outside the Evans Entertainment building when Myron had brought the cat to meet her.
“If Mr. Elliott agrees, then you can,” Millie said, gently holding Ari’s face.
“Yay!” Ari turned to Myron, eyes shining with excitement.
Myron crouched down and met her gaze. “I’ll bring it over soon so you can play together.”
They were already chatting about when and where to meet.
Watching them, Millie stood quietly.
For a moment, the world around her felt like a dream.
Millie thought back to her days with Brandon. Moments like this never seemed to happen between them.
Maybe it was simply that children were never part of their lives before.
Myron and Ari seemed to have come to some quiet understanding.
He glanced up at Millie. “Is this time and place alright for you?”
Jolted from her thoughts, Millie remembered what they’d been discussing and gave a small nod.
Ari drifted off to her drawing, leaving Millie and Myron facing each other. That was when Millie realized that the office was suddenly just the three of them.
The atmosphere felt a little odd.
“Where did Alexia go?” Millie finally broke the silence.
“When I got here, she was clearly having some stomach issues and asked me to watch Ari for a minute. She said she’d be back soon,” Myron replied. Millie’s eyes flicked to the security camera, its tiny light blinking steadily.
Alright then.
She turned her attention back to Myron. “Mr. Elliott, did you stop by to see someone, or are you not feeling well?”
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Myron just smiled. “Actually, I came to see you.”
Millie’s brows drew together, but she held her gaze on him, not saying a word.
“Do you have a minute?” Myron asked, his voice soft as he smiled. “Would you mind coming downstairs with me? We can bring Ari with us.”
Millie paused for a moment and then nodded. If he wanted her to bring Ari along, it probably wasn’t anything sensitive. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on
“I’ll leave a note for Alexia,” Millie offered, moving to jot down a message on the table.
“Alright,” Myron replied, watching quietly as she wrote.
Elsewhere, Brandon hadn’t moved from where he stood. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips, leaving tiny red marks on the floor at his feet.
A stranger passing by spotted his condition and quickly called out for a nurse. The nurse tended to Brandon’s injuries, cleaned him up, and pressed an ice pack into his hand before letting him go.
Now, Brandon found himself alone on a bench at the end of the hallway, the ice pack pressed to his cheek, his thoughts a tangled mess.
He gazed absently through the window, watching the scene below. A door nearby opened, and someone came out to sit quietly beside him.
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