Chapter 710
Chapter 710:
Something fundamental had broken inside her during this ordeal.
He grabbed a nearby sheet, wrapped her trembling form like a precious cocoon, and lifted her into his protective embrace.
“You’re not taking her anywhere!” Brandon hauled himself upright, his movements clumsy and pained as he lurched forward to block their escape.
Another bone-crushing kick from Myron sent him sprawling.
Brandon crashed to the floor with a sickening thud that echoed through the room.
Their eyes met across the wreckage of the room, and Brandon found himself staring into the face of retribution itself.
“This is far from over, Brandon!” Myron’s voice carried the weight of an oath carved in stone.
Brandon continued his maniacal laughter despite his pain and humiliation.
“What a complete madman you’ve become!” Myron spat with disgust, then strode from the room with Millie cradled protectively against his chest.
Brandon remained alone on the cold floor. His laughter persisted while tears streamed down his bruised cheeks in parallel rivers of madness. Perhaps the darkness had already claimed his sanity completely.
Myron emerged from the apartment unit carrying Millie like a shield against the world’s cruelty.
His assembled team waited by the entrance, a silent wall of loyalty and respect.
Though the violent sounds from inside had reached their ears earlier, none had dared to breach Myron’s explicit orders to remain outside.
Now, witnessing Myron cradle Millie’s sheet-wrapped form, they collectively bowed their heads in reverence, unable to meet the raw pain radiating from their leader’s eyes.
“Handle the cleanup in there,” Myron commanded with arctic coldness, his eyes boring into his lieutenant’s face as he added with deadly emphasis, “Make absolutely certain he pays for what he’s done p>
“Understood completely, sir!” The response came in perfect unison, sharp and immediate.
𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Myron refused to linger another second—the precious burden in his arms continued trembling like a wounded bird.
He left the building and strode purposefully toward the waiting vehicle. His secretary’s face drained of color upon witnessing the devastating scene.
“Take us back to Elliott Mansion immediately,” Myron ordered with glacial authority.
“Right away, sir p>
Myron lowered Millie onto the backseat with the reverence reserved for handling fragile, irreplaceable porcelain, terrified that even the slightest pressure might cause her to shatter completely.
The moment she touched the leather upholstery, she retreated into the farthest corner, folding herself into the smallest possible shape.
Watching her instinctive withdrawal, Myron felt his heart fracture into countless jagged pieces.
The secretary quickly averted his eyes, raised the privacy partition with trembling hands, and guided the car into motion.
The vehicle glided through empty streets while Myron whispered endless reassurances, but Millie’s tremors refused to subside.