Chapter 739
Chapter 739:
By the time help arrived, reporters had already formed a tight ring around Millie. “Millie, where have you, Brandon, Myron, and Charles been this past week? Why have you all gone quiet p>
“Millie, did you know Vivian relaunched the luxury villa floral design project? What’s your take on that p>
“Millie, where do things stand with Vivian’s violation of your authorship rights? We need an update—can you explain what’s been done so far p>
Every reporter pressed forward, desperate to have their questions answered after a week of silence.
Cameras flashed, some streamed the scene live, and everyone demanded a response.
It didn’t take long for people to notice Millie’s unusual appearance—bundled up in thick layers despite the oppressive heat. They immediately began questioning her choice of clothing as well.
The situation left Millie completely spent. A string of restless nights had left her running on empty, both physically and emotionally.
With Barbara’s call for security answered, Millie slipped away quickly, shielded by the staff, leaving a frustrated crowd of journalists behind—Vivian’s people hidden among them. They had come prepared for anything. No matter what Millie said, their plan was to turn every answer back to Vivian. Stirring up drama and online chatter was their ticket to publicity. Vivian relied on that approach now, hoping any buzz would keep her relevant. But Millie refused to play along and offered nothing in response.
Barbara, trained for exactly these moments, stood in front of the cameras. She responded with courtesy but pretended not to know any details. When reporters pressed for more, she insisted she was just the assistant and couldn’t help.
A short distance away, Vivian watched everything unfold from the back seat of a parked car, her face contorted with irritation. Her scheme had crumbled, and she slammed the car door in a fit of anger. Vivian’s caregiver, sitting beside her, sensed her growing agitation and quietly lowered her head.
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Breaking the silence, the caregiver spoke up. “Miss Simpson, you seem unusually upset these days p>
Vivian shot her a harsh look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped.
The caregiver hesitated. “It’s just… since you came back, something about you has changed,” she replied, fingers fidgeting in her pocket.
Vivian massaged her temples, weary from keeping up appearances.
Adopting this tactic had never been part of her original plan, so she had to appear flawless whenever eyes were on her.
But alone with her own people, she saw no reason to hold back. “Stop asking questions that have nothing to do with you. Just stay out of my business,” she yelled.
The caregiver averted her eyes and lowered her head, more convinced than ever that remaining by Vivian’s side was a mistake. Ever since Millie had exposed her, Vivian had become more unstable, often unleashing her anger on anyone nearby.
Vivian had grown even more unpredictable since her time in the sanatorium. Not long ago, the caregiver overheard one of Vivian’s phone conversations and picked up on suspicious details, convincing her she needed an exit plan. To keep herself out of trouble, she realized she would need solid evidence to expose Vivian.