Chapter 644

Chapter 644:
It was clear her brother had no chance.
Dinner wrapped up soon after.
Before heading home, Myron took Millie and Ari to the rooftop garden. Fresh chapters posted on.net
Ari still held the cat tight.
Myron placed her gently on the swing chair and then took Millie’s hand.
“I’ve been planning this for a while. Now it’s finally time,” he said.
“What is it?” she asked, curious.
He turned to Ari. “Hold the cat tight—there might be some noise.”
“Okay!” Ari grinned, her eyes sparkling. She already knew, as Myron had told her during dinner.
Millie glanced between them, puzzled, when suddenly, a swarm of drones lifted into the night sky, their lights glittering above.
A quick glance from Millie revealed the drones shifting into position, slowly forming a massive ring in the sky.
Beneath that glowing loop, more drones flickered to life, sketching the delicate outline of a woman’s smiling profile.
Fireworks erupted, their flames unfurling from the outer edge of the ring. They came in brilliant shades of white and blue, flaring like shimmering tassels across the dark canvas above. Wisps of smoke drifted over the woman’s image, giving her the illusion of a gauzy veil—mysterious, breathtaking, and alive with light.
A rush of sound followed as streaks of color shot up from the ground, exploding into dazzling blooms that framed the veiled face in the sky.
From every corner of the city, more fireworks joined the spectacle.
Each sharp boom echoed across Crobert, rolling over rooftops and streets alike.
Against the night, the skyline was awash with color, and the drones kept climbing, painting intricate, shifting designs that felt both futuristic and otherworldly.
Never before had Crobert witnessed such a show. Not even the fireworks from Brandon and Millie’s wedding could compare.
𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 @ gⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘴﹒𝖼𝗈𝗺
The entire horizon shimmered.
From sidewalks to balconies, people tilted their heads toward the sky, murmuring in awe, their phones raised to capture the magic before it faded. Farther away, Charles steered his car down the road, catching glimpses of the spectacle in his windshield before glancing toward the rooftop garden.
A sudden vibration in his pocket pulled him from the view.
“Interested in discussing a collaboration?” the message read.
Jayceon’s name flashed on the screen.
Charles hesitated, his fingers still.
Another message appeared. “My brother wanted me to reach out. You have nothing to worry about—our families have plenty in common, and we’d work well together. Among your brothers, you have our full support.”
A faint, wry smile touched Charles’s lips.
So this was Myron’s plan to keep him quiet? To stop him from ever telling Millie how he felt?
It seemed unnecessary, though. For Charles, Millie’s happiness mattered more than anything—and he’d do whatever it took to protect it.
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