Chapter 590

Chapter 590:
On the left side of the screen was Millie’s stream. On the right, Vivian’s. At that moment, Millie walked confidently ahead, leading a select group of visitors into the golden river of time surrounded by sunflowers.
There were about twenty of them, all handpicked by the Elliott Group—some were journalists, some potential buyers, and a few just curious onlookers.
As they stepped into the field, Millie addressed them with a warm smile. “This is where it begins. It’s quite the walk, so you can leave anything you don’t need in the baskets beside you.” She gestured toward the baskets tucked among the flowers.
There were plenty of baskets, enough for everyone to set down their things.
Once they were done, the group followed Millie deeper into the sunflower sea. The tour began outdoors. Sunlight poured down, making the sunflowers glow with life.
Beneath their feet, the river of petals shimmered with every step, as if it had a pulse of its own.
Every now and then, golden flashes caught the eye—reflections from the sun hitting hidden picture frames.
“Wait… What’s that?” someone asked, pointing.
Millie looked to her assistant, who quickly stepped forward.
“Ma’am, I’ll show you.”
The two walked toward the glint. The sunflowers parted like curtains, revealing a gilded frame. Inside were vintage black-and-white photos, each marked with a year.
“Look—street scenes from 1935.”
“It’s not just street scenes!”
“These are real-life moments from back then!”
“Look at this one—people actually wore wedding gowns like this in 1935!” The photos had captured everything—weddings, laughter, daily life. Framed by the golden field and bathed in sunlight, the past didn’t feel so far away.
In one wedding photo, the bride held a bouquet of sunflowers. Original content can be found at.net
As a woman admired the images, she didn’t notice something hidden in the frames. Tiny gemstones—sparkling in soft yellow tones—were woven into the design. Just as she reached the final photo, a hand appeared beside her. It held a sunflower made entirely of gems.
It was Millie.
Smiling, she offered the immortal bloom. Behind her, the old photo of the bride from 1935 beamed.
Meanwhile, on Vivian’s stream, her assistant focused the camera on her. For a moment, the screen seemed to freeze.
As Millie’s smiling face appeared on one side, Vivian’s camera caught the wedding portrait of Millie and Brandon. The timing couldn’t have been more awkward. The frame paused—but then cut to Vivian.
The irony did not go unnoticed.
Vivian spoke softly, “Today’s floral design is part of the artist series.” She picked out a few Teddy Bear Sunflowers.
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