Chapter 657

Chapter 657:
“Still, that doesn’t make up for how she treated Millie. That live stream at Serenity Villa was downright vile!”
“Hey, Vivian already apologized and even canceled the luxury villa floral design project. What else do you want? Want her dead?”
“Exactly! That was an accident. A pipe burst at the original location. Sure, she didn’t handle it well, but she’s apologized sincerely! She knows she messed up and has taken responsibility!”
The arguments online raged on, but most of the noise was carefully steered by Johnny’s team.
With Vivian having apologized and dropped the project, any critic was quickly silenced with talks of her apology.
She had already said she was sorry; what more could anyone demand? Did they want her gone entirely?
That refrain echoed across the internet.
The debates fizzled out as most people lost interest, leaving paid trolls to flood nearly every post.
Charles scrolled through the chaos, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Honestly, Vivian’s a genius at spinning publicity,” he remarked, throwing a glance at Millie, who was in the middle of discussing countermeasures with Seville.
Seville looked up. “How about giving me some credit, boss? I’ve been the one keeping her off balance.”
And it was true. Seville had been crafting the perfect illusion for Vivian—the constant opposition that never managed to defeat her. Even the so-called disruption to Love of Vivian’s release was part of the ruse.
It had all been worked out after Millie sat down with them.
“If we just sit on our hands, she’ll start wondering what we’re up to. So we make a little noise, enough to look weak, while letting her believe she’s in control. People who think they hold all the cards tend to miss the traps right in front of them.” Latest content published on (.)net
That was Millie’s strategy.
𝙍𝙖𝙬 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⨳ⅽ𝗈𝗺
As timing was everything, they needed to control it.
This was, in truth, the last chance Millie was willing to give Vivian.
While Charles and Seville exchanged jabs, Millie’s phone buzzed.
She checked the screen—it was a call from Eva’s number.
Stepping away from the table, Millie answered the call, her voice low and rough. “Who’s this?”
“You know exactly who’s calling.” It was Vivian’s voice. “I want to talk. Tell me where you are.”
Millie checked the time. It was 7:30 in the evening. “Evans Entertainment,” she said.
Millie met Vivian in the lounge of Evans Entertainment at half-past eight in the evening.
A car was parked outside. Millie noticed Brandon behind the wheel.
He didn’t step out. Instead, Vivian got out and made her way into the Evans Entertainment building alone.
Millie glanced at her reflection in the glass.
Her face looked nothing like itself—one half pulled in the opposite direction, her features transformed by special effects makeup.
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