Chapter 696
The penultimate destination on his desperate list became Nicole’s residential address, but fate delivered another crushing blow—Nicole had already departed.
When he pressed the hotel staff for additional details, one employee mentioned with casual indifference, “Someone arrived to assist with her relocation, claiming she would be residing at some grand estate, apparently situated toward the eastern districts.”
A grand estate nestled in the eastern territory.
Brandon settled back into his driver’s seat and allowed his eyelids to fall closed in defeat.
That precise location housed the Elliott Mansion in all its sprawling glory. He had exhausted every possible refuge, leaving only this final, dreaded destination.
The journey to the Elliott Mansion stretched endlessly before him as he gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles.
Brandon lifted his gaze toward the imposing estate that rose before him like a fortress.
This manor flaunted breathtaking landscape artistry and provided a serene refuge from the world’s relentless chaos and commotion. Could Millie truly have found sanctuary within these walls?
Had she genuinely established residence alongside Myron in this palatial setting?
In previous weeks, Brandon had strategically positioned himself across from Millie’s apartment complex to monitor whether Myron ever crossed her threshold.
Each negative confirmation had delivered waves of blessed relief, but her sudden relocation now flooded Brandon’s soul with paralyzing terror. His eyes burned crimson with exhaustion and anguish. He steadfastly refused to acknowledge this devastating reality until his own vision could provide irrefutable proof.
Perhaps she had simply departed with young Ari and wasn’t actually cohabiting with Myron in romantic bliss.
Isolated within his vehicle’s confines, Brandon’s bloodshot eyes remained fixed upon the mansion’s elegant silhouette with unwavering intensity.
This imposing structure represented the Elliott family’s ancestral seat of power. Security protocols throughout the surrounding area maintained strict, military-grade vigilance.
Within the estate’s protective walls, Myron quickly received detailed reports of the surveillance.
However, he chose to withhold this information from Millie’s awareness.
He positioned himself in stoic silence beside the master bedroom’s expansive window, directing his gaze toward the precise location where he understood Brandon maintained his tormented vigil.
Was Brandon truly maintaining this pathetic watch outside the estate’s perimeter?
Had Brandon ever contemplated, during those dark days when Millie discovered his betrayal with Vivian, whether she, too, had endured similar nights of waiting in agonizing solitude?
The hours crawled by with excruciating slowness.
Dawn’s gentle rays began painting the horizon with delicate brushstrokes of gold and amber.
When Millie’s consciousness stirred to wakefulness, golden daylight had already flooded every corner of the luxurious room.
She hesitated momentarily, reorienting herself to her unfamiliar surroundings, but then smiled with genuine contentment as she slid her feet into waiting slippers to begin her morning routine.
.