Chapter 456

Chapter 456:
Millie’s attention shifted to Babette, her expression remaining unnervingly calm. “You’re aware that Brandon and I have legally dissolved our marriage, aren’t you?”
“And what relevance does that hold?” Babette snapped back.
“Did you discover this information through my social media post?” Millie pressed forward, her tone deceptively casual.
“Precisely,” Babette responded, her voice tight as she wrestled to contain the fury burning within her chest.
“Then you must have noticed the date stamped on the document.” Millie’s words sliced through the air with arctic precision.
This time, Babette’s mouth remained sealed, her defiance crumbling under the weight of the question.
Millie’s gaze drifted toward Brandon, who was roughly shoving Eugene’s helping hands away as he struggled to his feet, his expression as dark as a storm cloud.
“Choosing not to announce it publicly on the very day we finalized the divorce was already an act of compassion on my part. Therefore, Babette,” Millie pronounced each syllable with crystalline precision, “direct your indignation toward the appropriate target. I refuse to serve as your emotional punching bag.” Babette’s complexion blazed crimson at Millie’s words.
Cutting words. Her lips parted to launch a counterattack, but Millie’s voice sliced through her attempt. “Do we have an understanding?” Millie’s tone remained soft as silk, yet it carried the weight of an unspoken threat.
She maintained an appearance of perfect composure, though her eyes had transformed into glacial pools of warning. The sight sent an involuntary shiver racing down Babette’s spine, penetrating straight to her core.
For one terrifying heartbeat, Babette found herself absolutely convinced that any further provocation would result in consequences far beyond her imagination. The strangest part was her absolute certainty that Millie possessed both the capability and the resolve to follow through.
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During that fleeting instant of distraction, Millie had already severed their eye contact with calculated indifference. She cast one final glance at Brandon, who was dabbing away the crimson evidence of Egbert’s punch, and then pivoted on her heel, striding toward the exit with unwavering determination.
Brandon lurched forward, desperate to pursue her retreating figure, but Egbert materialized in his path like an immovable fortress, still massaging his right knuckles while wearing that infuriating smile.
Beyond the office walls, the sharp staccato rhythm of Millie’s heels grew fainter with each passing second, while inside the room, the two men remained locked in their silent standoff. Eugene stood frozen in bewildered helplessness, while Babette’s eyes blazed scarlet as she fixed Egbert with a venomous stare. Finally, desperation drove her to bolt from the room in a futile attempt to intercept Millie. But destiny had already sealed her fate—she would never catch up.
Millie had already disappeared behind the closing elevator doors, and the mechanical hum signaled its swift descent toward the ground floor.
As the elevator completed its descent, Millie emerged from the Watson Group building’s gleaming lobby, but rather than disappearing into the bustling street, she planted herself just outside the main entrance.
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