Chapter 447

Chapter 447:
She pressed further. “Is what she posted real? Did the two of you actually sign the papers?”
Brandon didn’t respond right away. He nodded without looking at her, stepped out, and made his way toward the meeting room.
Babette followed, trailing behind with a conflicted expression. She opened her mouth to speak but said nothing, quietly catching up to face the crowd inside.
Meanwhile, Millie and Myron had just finished lunch and were now visiting one of Elliott Group’s jewelry stores.
As they walked, Myron explained the various divisions within the company. Over lunch, he had learned about the agreement Millie had recently signed.
She hadn’t kept it a secret.
After all, her win at Heavenly Melody had brought her commercials here, and she wasn’t rigid. She understood that Brandon would back Vivian, and in her eyes, accepting help and forming practical, mutually beneficial relationships was only logical.
After a brief tour of the regular businesses, Myron led her down a winding corridor to a quieter part of the building.
They passed several security checkpoints before pausing at the last one for a short conversation.
“Did you hear what happened at Watson Group?” Myron asked, glancing at her.
Millie nodded. She had expected fallout once the divorce became public.
“I’ve said before,” she replied calmly, “that his affairs have nothing to do with me.”
“That’s not what I meant.” Myron smiled. “Tomorrow, when the market opens, Watson Group’s stock will probably take a hit. Don’t you want to do something about it?”
Millie met his gaze with a steady look.
“There are certain things I don’t want to be part of,” she said.
“And yet there will always be people who do,” Myron replied.
They held each other’s gaze. Millie knew exactly what he meant. He must have predicted everything when he saw her announcement.
With a public divorce, rumors about a massive settlement were inevitable. The stock price was bound to fluctuate.
That was why he had said, “I thought you might want to wait a little longer.” He was perceptive.
“It seems I need to reevaluate you, Mr. Elliott,” Millie said.
“I’m flattered,” he answered with polite charm.
They exchanged a subtle, knowing smile.
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Just then, the click of high heels echoed down the hallway. Adriana approached with a bright smile.
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