Chapter 674
Chapter 674:
From the projection screen, Millie’s voice rang out, calm yet cutting.
“Evans Entertainment and I have officially filed a joint lawsuit. Vivian, you’d better be ready.”
Her livestream ended there.
The commotion no longer concerned her.
After confirming the broadcast had stopped, she handed the company phone back to Charles.
They shared a quiet, knowing look.
It had taken a long time, but justice had finally tipped in their favor.
Charles pumped a fist in mock victory.
Millie’s eyes, however, stayed locked on Vivian, cool and distant.
The majority of the people in the audience were paying fans who had come to see Vivian’s offline broadcast.
The square seemed to explode all at once.
“Refund!”
“Vivian, give us our money back!”
Without the wall of security guards, the crowd might have surged forward and stormed the stage.
Vivian killed the livestream in a rush.
Gone was the gentle, fragile image she usually wore; her features were now twisted in frustration.
“This way, Miss Simpson.” Security moved in immediately, surrounding her and steering her out.
Her eyes cut one last, venomous look toward the massive screen before she followed, teeth clenched.
A formation of guards, clearly expecting trouble, carved a route through the mob until a sleek SUV pulled up to whisk her away.
𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊:
As the vehicle rounded the corner by the square, it passed another car. Something made Vivian glance up, and there was Millie in the back seat, her gaze cool and unwavering as the two cars rolled past each other. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ
Millie’s lips curved in the faintest smirk, though the frost in her eyes never thawed.
“Ah!”
Vivian’s fury erupted, sending everything on the SUV’s table crashing to the floor.
The clatter only fueled her rage.
Her fists curled so tightly her knuckles ached, her eyes burning with pure malice.
Right then, she wanted nothing more than to ram into Millie’s car and put a blade through her.
Her caregiver next to her jolted at the sudden outburst.
On the floor, her phone kept vibrating nonstop.
The caller ID read Johnny.
One message after another flashed across the screen.
“Miss Simpson, what’s the plan now?”
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