Chapter 533
Chapter 533:
Ari was slowly treating Millie like family.
Millie felt a rush of warmth. She reached out and gave Ari’s cheek a gentle pinch. “Of course you can,” she said. “If you want to see Kiki, just say so. Ari, we’re family. You don’t need to be polite.”
Myron nodded. “I feel the same way.” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ
Ari’s eyes lit up. She looked between them and then broke into a bright smile. “Okay!” she chirped.
Laughter filled the room. But elsewhere, the mood was different. Brandon and Vivian had just finished dinner. He was now driving her home.
The silence between them was awkward.
When they reached her apartment, the car stopped. But Vivian didn’t move.
“Brandon,” she said suddenly.
He turned his eyes slightly, waiting.
“I heard from Eugene,” she said. “Watson Group has officially cut ties with me.”
“Yes,” Brandon replied, his eyes drifting to the window.
Silence fell again.
Vivian looked at him. “So that’s it?” she asked. “You’re just going to leave me like this?”
Brandon didn’t answer right away. He reached for a folder and handed it to her. Vivian hesitated but then took it.
He spoke calmly. “That film project carries too much risk. Watson Group can’t afford it. Eugene found this instead. It’s a better fit for you—and it works with your studio.”
Vivian glanced at the file, then tossed it aside.
“I don’t want it,” she said flatly.
𝐋𝚊𝓉𝐞𝑠𝓉 сһα𝓹𝖙𝑒𝗋𝓈
Brandon felt a headache building. He couldn’t understand why Vivian was so attached to that project. It was reckless, but she seemed obsessed with it. But he didn’t need to understand—he just needed to get things done.
“Choose one,” Brandon said.
Vivian’s expression darkened. She stared at him.
“Don’t you care about us?” she snapped. “Everything I’m doing is for us—and our wedding.”
Brandon didn’t respond. He kept his eyes forward.
Vivian’s voice trembled. “Are you disappointed in me because of Millie’s success today?” she asked. “But you know Myron’s helping her.”
Brandon’s lips tightened.
Vivian’s eyes filled with tears. “She’s with someone else now,” she said. “But you still care more about her than me?”
Her voice cracked. “I know I act on impulse, but I really don’t have much time left. I just want to marry you.” Tears rolled down her face.
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