Chapter 538

Chapter 538:
Then, Myron reached out. He hesitated for a moment but went ahead and touched her cheek. “Goodnight.”
Looking into the depth of his eyes, Millie whispered, “Goodnight.”
Millie went inside, and Myron turned toward the elevator and left the building, only to find Brandon standing nearby, watching.
This was the first time Myron and Brandon had met alone since their last heated argument, and Brandon seemed calmer now.
They stood at a distance, studying each other in silence. Then Myron offered a faint smile and asked, “Care for a drink?”
In a private room at Blue Lounge, Myron held his glass and watched Brandon, who had already emptied one and sat with his head bowed.
Neither of them spoke.
Myron was waiting. He wanted Brandon to be the one to speak first.
Brandon poured another drink. Just before he finished it, he asked, “Why did you do it?”
“What do you mean?” Myron replied.
“Millie,” Brandon said her name clearly, his eyes fixed on Myron.
“I thought I made it clear last time. I like her. I’m pursuing her,” Myron replied.
Brandon’s brow tightened as he stared at Myron, not with anger this time, but with intent. He looked like a man trying to peel back layers, searching for what lay beneath.
“Myron,” he said, “from what I know of you, you wouldn’t like someone like her.”
Myron let out a quiet laugh. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Brandon’s tone turned sharp. “So you spent years exiled at sea and only now decided you like her?”
Myron lowered his gaze.
Those years had indeed been exile imposed by his family, though few knew the truth.
His branch had not held power then. Someone else in the Elliott family had. Myron had been forced to survive on his own, building shipping routes and amassing resources. Shipping had become the core of his empire.
He had formed an intricate web—routes, ports, trade partners, all tightly bound.
The gem business was only one part of it.
He dealt in far more. If it moved through customs, he took a cut. Read complete version only at (.)net
But few people understood just how much he really controlled.
Even Brandon only knew that Myron had been exiled by his family, not the extent of what followed.
Those years taught Myron brutal lessons. He faced betrayal, loss, and the painful cost of trust. He once believed loyalty didn’t exist.
Until he met Millie.
He had seen her love someone else with everything she had. He watched her throw herself into that love, again and again, without hesitation.
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