Chapter 445
Chapter 445:
“Look at her profile. She removed all mention of the Watson Group and Brandon. It’s just her now.”
More hashtags appeared soon after: #MillieUpdatesProfile, #MillieCutsTiesWithWatsonGroup
Brandon read every word, his grip tightening around the phone.
Was she really this resolute?
Earlier at the office, he had only caught the tail end of her conversation: “Not everyone sees Brandon as a prize. To me, he’s just someone I met as I went through life.”
Just someone she met as she went through life? After seven years of shared memories, long nights, and mutual effort—was that really all he meant to her?
Beside him, Vivian was typing on her phone. He glanced her way.
She noticed, slipped her phone into her bag, and looked at him with a soft smile.
“Brandon, you’ll help me, won’t you?” she said quietly, her expression fragile. “You’ll fight for our future together, right?” She looked like someone who needed protection.
Brandon’s eyes dimmed. He clenched the agreement in his hand.
“Yes,” he replied.
He couldn’t let Millie win. He couldn’t let her slip away.
His phone buzzed again. For more chapters visit.net
It was a message from Darden, who had a knack for digging up rumors. “Explosive news! Someone saw Myron shopping for a toddler. He even bought some decor in a little girl’s style!” Brandon frowned. A girl?
Another message followed. “Not sure who the woman is, but she had a child with her.”
The image of Ari came to mind.
Brandon shook his head.
He knew Myron well enough. Behind his cultured mask was a man known for never getting his hands dirty, yet always winning.
His gentlemanly act must’ve fooled so many people. He was cunning, careful, and patient.
If Myron was involved with someone, it would be a calculated move. Likely someone with a powerful background that could boost his family’s business.
But who could it be?
As the car sped along, Brandon stared out the window, silent.
Inside a suite at an international hotel, a man sipped wine while scrolling through the trending headlines.
A waiter stood nearby and spoke politely. “Mr. Perez, everything you requested has been arranged. Do you need anything else?”
Egbert lowered his glass and waved him off.
He walked slowly toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes fixed on the lights below.
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