Chapter 562

Chapter 562:
After a while, Millie changed back into her earlier casual clothes, and Myron prepared to take her home. But as soon as they reached the entrance of Elliott Mansion, their path was blocked.
It was Brandon.
The moment Millie saw him, her mood soured. She remembered the last time he had shown up at her doorstep without warning. Hadn’t he already chosen Vivian? Why did he keep showing up, interfering in her life? And now, he had come to Myron’s home.
Myron led her out just as Brandon stepped forward.
Millie didn’t want to engage. She intended to walk past him and head straight for Myron’s Bentley.
“You two went out again?” Brandon said, his eyes red as they lingered on her face.
“Obviously,” Millie answered, not slowing her pace.
Brandon noticed the slight redness around her eyes. She looked like she had been crying. His chest tightened. He wanted to ask what had happened. He wanted to reach out. But she pushed his hand away.
“Did he upset you?” Brandon asked, glancing toward Myron with suspicion.
“No,” Millie replied. She stepped closer to Myron. “Brandon, we’re divorced. Don’t touch me.”
That instinctive move toward Myron, her calm words, and the ease with which she pushed Brandon aside—it all struck him at once. His heart twisted.
“Don’t forget,” Brandon said, his voice hoarse. “You’re still in a contest with Vivian. The assets from the Bennett family are still with the Watson Group.”
Millie paused, looking up at him. The rightful source is.net
“I know,” she said. “And if you’ve been paying attention, you should have noticed I’ve been working hard to win.”
Brandon bit his lip, the pain etched deep in his features. He glanced at Myron again.
“So this is your strategy?” he asked. “You go out with him so he’ll help you? Is that what this is?”
“Watch your mouth, Brandon,” Myron said sharply, stepping in front of her.
Millie raised her hand, signaling she could handle it.
She had ignored Brandon for weeks. She had been patient, waiting for the necessary legal procedures to be completed, and then finalizing their divorce. She thought she had been clear. But Brandon never seemed to understand.
If that was the case, it was time to be clearer.
“Don’t insult me,” Millie said. “I’m going to win the contest on my own.” They had been together for years, sharing countless days and nights. And now he stood before her, accusing her like this. Was this really the same man she had once loved?
Before Brandon could speak, she continued, “We’re already divorced. There’s nothing left between us.”
His breath caught. The pain on his face deepened. His eyes blurred with emotion.
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