Chapter 607
Chapter 607:
On screen, people were moving aside for her naturally. She smiled and tightened her grip on Myron’s hand. “I’ve stepped out of the shadows. And I have something to share,” she continued. Millie looked up at Myron. He smiled back at her.
“We’re together. Millie is now my girlfriend,” he said. This content belongs to
Vivian’s stream was still frozen on Millie’s note. Behind Millie’s live camera, Brandon stood in the space the crowd had cleared. This was their official announcement—not just words, but a public declaration. The same way Millie had once announced her divorce from Brandon.
Sunlight washed over everything. Both Millie and Myron’s smiles glowed with happiness.
But it wasn’t the end. Something more was coming.
A strange feeling crept over Brandon. He suddenly felt afraid—and terribly so.
Brandon had a gut feeling—something big was about to happen.
The moment Myron’s cold, unreadable eyes met his, Brandon was certain that Myron had planned something.
Vivian’s livestream had finally ended, leaving only Millie’s still running across all platforms.
The votes were counted, and Millie had clearly won. Instead of keeping the stream going, she turned it off.
But the tangled story between her, Myron, and Brandon was already out in the open for the world to see.
Outside, a crowd of reporters was buzzing—snapping photos, filming, streaming live. Brandon had flown in by helicopter, only to find Myron and Millie announcing their relationship to everyone. The moment was now a storm of emotions, played out in public.
Brandon stepped forward, wanting to say something. But Myron raised a hand, and Elliott Group’s security quickly blocked his path.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝘦𝗅𝘀⧸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Millie,” Brandon called softly, his eyes locked on her.
But Myron stood in front of her, shielding her with a sharp, cold glare.
Nearby, the golden river flowed quietly.
Millie stepped forward—not toward Brandon, but toward the watching crowd.
“The three venues I visited today connected the past and present. Now, this river branches,” she said, standing at the symbolic river of choices.
She took a step forward. “One path leads to the future. The other leads back into the same old cycle.”
Alone, she walked forward as all eyes followed her.
She made her way into a wide sunflower field—golden, hopeful, alive.
A drone flew overhead, capturing it all.
At the heart of the field stood a tilted photo frame stuck in a flowerpot.
It held a wedding picture of Millie and Brandon, glowing under the sun.
Millie walked slowly toward it.
Everyone watched in silence, wondering what she would do. Would she throw the photo away? Tear it up? Or something else?
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