Chapter 732
Chapter 732:
They wrenched the phone from his grip and pinned him down.
Rain mingled with Hayden’s furious shouts.
“Mr. Watson!” Someone rushed to help Brandon up.
The mix of rain and blood blurred his vision.
However, he brushed them aside, going straight to Millie. He held her hand tightly.
“Not a word about this,” he ordered, his eyes fixed on her pale face. “Especially to her p>
The memory of that rain, biting and merciless, stayed with him.
Now, in prison, Brandon glared at the laughing Hayden, eyes burning red. After that day, he had left no stone unturned. His men tore through every device Hayden owned—phones, computers, cameras, cloud drives.
They brought in the best hackers, searching both online and off, erasing every trace of those photos.
He kept Hayden under control, using harsh methods to break him, forcing him to talk.
It took a while.
Finally, Brandon sent him to prison.
Not for the photos—Hayden later noticed that.
And he was smart enough not to bring them up, avoiding anything that could lengthen his sentence.
But he understood why Brandon had done that.
However, the day of the trial, Hayden gave Brandon a strange, lingering look.
Brandon didn’t understand it then. Later, he did.
Thankfully, he’d managed to keep things in check.
He found every person connected to the photos and dealt with them.
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But he and Millie never went back to the way they were.
His leg ached now as he stared at Hayden.
“I regret not killing you,” Brandon said.
Hayden wiped away the tears of laughter. “You wouldn’t dare. If you did, people would start digging—and your secret would come out p>
He taunted, “How is she? Breaking down yet? Are the photos everywhere p>
Brandon’s eyes turned bloodshot.
The photos hadn’t spread—but Millie was close to falling apart.
Because of him.
He still saw her trembling in that apartment, broken. He’d held her through countless nightmares—
Only to become her worst one.
He’d gone to great lengths to hide those pictures and keep her from harm’s way—yet that day in his apartment, he’d actually hurt her himself.
Myron was right. If he hadn’t shown up, Brandon didn’t know what madness he would have committed. She was ill, yet he still…