Chapter 462
Chapter 462:
“He’s planning to toss her aside with a small check and a press statement? Money means little to Brandon. With shares in hand, he’d make it all back before anyone could blink. The real power in the Watson Group lies in the shares.”
“Brandon is such a scumbag.”
“A real scumbag.”
“I can’t stand him.”
“Y’all see the bruise on his face? I don’t care how he got it; he deserved worse.”
The outrage grew, fast and loud.
At the Elliott residence, Myron clicked the remote, switching off the live feed.
The room fell silent.
Millie looked at Myron, who stood nearby. He stood by the screen, face heavy, the usual mischief gone from his eyes. What was left was sadness.
“Let it go—it’s all in the past now,” he said softly. “The road ahead is still long.”
Millie glanced at Myron in front of her.
Somehow, he always knew when something weighed on her mind. And when he offered his comforting words and gestures, they were genuinely soothing.
It was nothing like the connection she had shared with Brandon. With Brandon, it had always been about building something together—pushing, planning, enduring.
But Myron always showed up when the noise was too much. He rarely said much, but the little he did was enough to steady her.
If this were years ago, when her heart was still soft and untouched, she might have dreamed of an intense love.
But now, after all the heartbreak and storms, what she longed for was a simple and warm relationship.
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“What’s on your mind?” Myron asked gently.
Millie shook her head.
She felt like she had seen him before. Not in business circles, but somewhere else.
“Little kitty—” Ari quickly took the chance while the ragdoll cat was distracted and scooped it into a hug.
The cat, large and chubby, looked like it was trying to wriggle free without much effort. Its paws hovered over Ari, its wide eyes staring at the two adults as if begging for help.
The cat let out a soft meow of protest while Ari held it close, rolling around together.
Millie and Myron, who were watching, both wore smiles on their faces.
Time passed quickly.
Vivian and Brandon had finished their dinner.
By the time Brandon drove her back to her studio, the sky was fully dark.
They barely spoke on the journey.
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