Chapter 517
Chapter 517:
In her mind, Eva’s name was already listed as a contributor. If Evans Entertainment or Eva herself wanted to stir up drama, Vivian would paint the whole thing as a desperate attempt by a nobody to chase clout.
Besides, she had the perfect scapegoats lined up. If things got messy, Vivian could simply claim the entire debacle was a calculated ploy masterminded by Millie and Charles.
In Vivian’s mind, the cleanest outcome was Eva quietly pocketing the money. But if Eva refused and forced the issue into court, Vivian wasn’t worried. By the time any legal storm settled, she’d be comfortably married to Brandon, protected from any fallout.
Her confidence swelled—her plan was airtight, and nothing could go wrong.
Back at the hospital, Millie tucked Ari in and went to double-check the copyright registration for her song. She couldn’t shake a nagging sense of confusion.
What exactly was Vivian aiming for? ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ.net
The copyright registration was as clear as day, and Eva would win in court without breaking a sweat.
The infringement wasn’t really massive, and if Vivian could drag things out with high-powered attorneys, at worst, she’d end up with a slap on the wrist—a public apology, a fine, and an end to the unauthorized use. Still, Vivian’s public image would be shattered regardless.
Was Vivian really so hell-bent on winning that she’d risk her entire reputation, just for the chance to marry Brandon before her time ran out?
Did she actually believe she could control the timing and twist things in her favor?
Millie couldn’t make sense of it. No matter how she looked at it, Vivian’s scheme seemed self-destructive.
Meanwhile, Brandon gave up trying to change Vivian’s mind and drove away, frustration simmering beneath the surface.
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As he passed the psychiatric clinic where he and Vivian had once visited, a memory surfaced—the doctor had said some documents would be mailed to his place. But up until that very morning, nothing had arrived.
Uneasy, Brandon pulled over and walked into the facility, hoping to get answers.
At the front desk, he learned the doctor he needed was out for the day. With a patient sigh, he laid out his issue to the receptionist.
“Documents are usually processed by the archive. You can check with them,” the receptionist advised, gesturing politely.
Brandon gave a silent nod and stepped out, missing the hushed exchange between the receptionist and a nearby staff member as soon as the door swung shut behind him.
“Isn’t that new guy stationed in archives now?”
“Yeah. He used to mess things up all the time in his old department. After a huge blowup with his supervisor, they shipped him off to records. But he’s still making a mess over there—no one can keep up with his screw-ups. Honestly, I’m tired just thinking about it.”
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