Chapter 584

Chapter 584:
However, Egbert’s only response was a sharp, mocking laugh.
Egbert leaned forward and said, “She got that clever edge from her father. Maybe she learned it, or maybe it’s just in her blood. She’s sharp and strong-willed. When it comes to herself, she doesn’t hold back. You should know that by now.” He shook his head. “She planned everything, except for the baby. That surprised us all. From the very start, she decided her own safety didn’t matter. She knew I’d likely rip up the contract, so she didn’t wait. She proposed a wager first. I set the rules, but she never let go of control. Deep down, she knew even if she won, I wouldn’t keep my promise, so she kept pushing until I couldn’t think straight. We risked everything that day. I bet she noticed the pool the moment I pressed my gun against her head. She made that choice. For her, a chance in the water was better than a bullet from me.”
Since Brandon had been there for everything, he understood exactly what Egbert meant. Millie had begun weaving her plan the instant Egbert started making threats. With every word she spoke, she’d already decided she’d put everything on the table.
“Still, nobody knew she was carrying your child then. Not you. Not her.”
“Shut up!” Brandon could not hold back anymore. He swung and hit Egbert hard on the jaw.
Egbert didn’t back down. He swung right back, his fist connecting with Brandon’s face.
The two men crashed into each other, trading blows with raw fury.
All the commotion brought people running, and soon, hands were grabbing at their arms, pulling them apart.
Egbert wiped the blood from his mouth and spat on the floor. “You have no right to be mad here! While you stand there, remember this—she would’ve died for you without a second thought. She might plan every move, but my gun was loaded and pointed straight at her head. And what do you do now? Treat her like she’s nothing, all because of another woman? You’re the one who failed her!”
Brandon’s face twisted in pain, words dying on his lips. Instead, he shut his eyes and let the guilt wash over him.
𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊:
“Myron has her now,” Brandon said, his tone heavy with sorrow. “She walked away from me.”
“You got what was coming to you.” Egbert rolled his eyes and then stalked out of the room.
Left alone, Brandon watched in silence as the maid hurried to pick up the shattered glass and mop up the mess. That dark puddle of red wine clung to the floor, so much like blood that Brandon had to turn away, stung by the memory.
Later that day, Brandon made his entrance at the Watson Group headquarters. Looking refreshed and healthy, he brushed off any concern, telling colleagues that a simple illness had kept him away, but he was already back on his feet. Whispers and speculation faded soon after.
When pressed by eager journalists about Millie’s recent statement to the public, Brandon simply shut down, offering them nothing to work with.
Days slipped by.
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