Chapter 686

Chapter 686:
He glanced at the screen and saw Darden’s name.
After a brief pause, he answered the call.
“Hi,” Brandon remarked.
On the other end, Darden let out a long sigh. “Brandon, I saw the news online. Want to go have a drink?” This text is hosted at.net
Brandon lowered his eyes and, after a moment, replied, “Alright.”
In a private room at the Blue Lounge, Darden kept pouring drinks for his friend. He didn’t say much, understanding the weight of pain pressing on Brandon’s heart.
After witnessing the tense exchange between Brandon and Myron in the parking lot, Darden had come to realize just how deeply Brandon cared for Millie.
Brandon’s love for her ran far deeper than he ever let on.
Still, if Brandon truly cared for her, then why was Vivian still in the picture?
Darden kept turning the question over in his mind, but no answer came.
As he wrestled with it, he finally voiced what had been bothering him. Brandon only gave a quiet shake of his head, offering no explanation in return. He had no intention of letting anyone learn even a sliver of what had happened that day.
The hours dragged on.
Most of the chatter lately circled back to the Love of Vivian incident. No one paid any attention when a plane lifted off the runway that day, slicing through the clouds with a trail of white in its wake. Onboard was Giffard, bound for Flaville.
Millie stood motionless as the aircraft ascended gracefully into the vast expanse above.
Though uncertainty churned within her chest like restless waves, she understood the wisdom of patience—waiting for Giffard’s thorough investigation before allowing conclusions to crystallize in her mind.
The timing worked perfectly in their favor, as Giffard’s attendance at the medical conference provided natural cover for such inquiries.
Unlike Charles’ previous attempts at deliberate surveillance, this approach carried the authenticity of professional curiosity.
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒:
After watching Giffard’s departure fade into the distance, Millie pivoted to find Myron’s familiar silhouette beside her.
“Time to head home,” Myron suggested, his voice cutting through her contemplation.
Millie nodded in agreement, replying, “Yes, let’s go.”
Meanwhile, back at her apartment, the dedicated Elliott housekeeper, Maggie, had already mobilized her team to systematically organize Millie’s and Ari’s belongings, carefully preparing each item for the grand relocation to Elliott Mansion.
Despite their brief occupancy of the rental space, their accumulated possessions had grown surprisingly substantial.
Millie and Myron settled into the car for their journey back to Elliott Mansion. Her former dwelling now stood empty and ready, requiring only final verification before their belongings could find permanent placement in their new home.
While Myron departed to address pressing company obligations, Millie remained behind to coordinate with the household staff.
Padgett Thorpe, the distinguished butler of Elliott Mansion, clutched his electronic tablet while orchestrating the staff with precise directions for the proper placement of each item.
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