Chapter 613
Chapter 613:
The sculpture featured a dragon, intricately carved in striking detail, shielding something beneath its massive wings.
Visitors leaned in, trying to see what the dragon was protecting. It was a single teardrop.
While the meaning was left open to interpretation, rumors continued swirling.
“I heard Brandon’s assistant, Eugene, stormed into Serenity Villa and cut Vivian’s livestream.”
“A bunch of people saw it; there was a full crowd at the gate!”
“So Vivian went in to livestream without Brandon’s permission?”
Online chatter exploded, each commenter adding their own tidbits as if piecing together a scandal.
“That adds up. I mean, if Brandon really invited Vivian in, why are his wedding photos with Millie still up?”
“Exactly. Brandon might be a shameless player, but I bet he’ll never tolerate strangers digging into his personal life.”
“And look at that master bedroom—definitely not set up for guests.”
“So, did Vivian just let herself in? And purposely use Millie and Brandon’s old newlywed home as her livestream backdrop? That’s beyond disgusting.”
The buzz only grew louder when a clip surfaced—grainy footage of Eugene forcing his way inside.
The moment it hit the web, every suspicion flared into certainty. Eugene probably had the villa’s code—if not before, then certainly now—and no one doubted he’d acted under Brandon’s orders.
Still, the fact that he’d needed to break in suggested someone inside had locked him out on purpose.
“What the hell is happening? Can anyone explain?” Fresh chapters posted on.net
𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 ⳓ𝙘𝙤𝙢
The question hung in the air, but no one had answers. The whole place was a storm of confusion.
Far from the chaos, two cars cut through the evening streets.
Up front, a sleek Bentley carried Millie and Myron; behind, a Porsche kept a steady distance, with Darden at the wheel.
In the Bentley’s backseat, Millie idly rolled the ring on her middle finger, then brushed her fingertips over the heart-shaped pendant at her chest, a faint, private smile tugging at her lips.
“Feeling tired?” Myron asked warmly, threading his fingers through hers. He lingered there, pressing each finger gently before locking their hands together as if he had no intention of letting go.
The past few days had left Millie exhausted—handling Ari’s matters, overseeing the second product launch, and now enduring the unexpected mess of today had drained her energy.
“Yeah, a little,” Millie admitted in a soft murmur.
Before she could say more, Myron’s broad palm gently guided her head down until it rested on his shoulder. At first, her spine stiffened with a flicker of nerves, but the steady, unhurried rhythm of his touch soothed them away, lulling her like a quiet melody.
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