Chapter 463

Chapter 463:
Brandon stared out the window, lost in his own world. Beside him, Vivian was busy exchanging messages with Oakley under her alternate profile.
They had discussed many things. Then she sent her final message for the night. “Whether we can make a big haul this time depends on how you and I handle it!” Vivian then locked her phone and put it away.
She turned to Brandon; watching his face, she hesitated for a second and then softened her voice. “Brandon.”
Brandon glanced back at her.
“I’ll help you,” Vivian said earnestly. “Whatever she could do, I can do too. Maybe even better.”
Brandon didn’t respond. He simply looked at her.
Vivian smiled. “Just trust me.”
But Brandon wasn’t looking at Vivian. In his mind’s eye, it was Millie he saw—Millie gripping his hand as they faced crises, Millie standing at his side when no one else believed in them.
But now, they were merely strangers to each other.
He remembered the cold, determined look in her eyes when she stared at him in his office earlier that day. Newest update provided by (.)net
Brandon’s chest tightened with sorrow.
He had done this. And now, if it weren’t for the pressure from getting back what her father had left her or the bet she had with Vivian, Millie wouldn’t even be in his orbit anymore.
He wondered for a fleeting moment if he had taken the wrong path. But regret was useless now. He had gone too far to turn back.
All he could do was cling to the Bennett family’s properties and keep her bound to him.
It was the only path left.
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The car sped through the night toward Vivian Floral Design.
At that same moment, a fresh wave of gossip hit the entertainment news with the hashtag #MyronDatingMysteryWoman.
The photo showed a pair of figures from behind, standing by the river. Myron was gently placing a coat over an unknown woman’s shoulders.
The river breeze tugged at her long hair, and her face was turned away, hidden under the night. But it wasn’t her face the Internet fixated on.
It was the way Myron looked at her—softly, fully, like she was the only person in the world. Even in the dim light, the tenderness in his eyes couldn’t be mistaken.
That day, Crobert’s two most prominent business figures made headlines for very different reasons—one known for his philandering, the other admired for his quiet grace. The top comment online read, “Brandon should really learn from Myron.” Brandon’s reputation had hit rock bottom. Rumors swirled that the Flesta consortium was considering pulling out of its agreement.
Public sentiment spiraled fast, and panic gripped the market. Shareholders rushed to place sell orders overnight, preparing to exit at the first sign of collapse. The situation seemed beyond repair. And yet, the city pulsed with quiet, unspoken tension.
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