Chapter 800
Chapter 800:
Vivian snapped, “Those were leaked by 567, not her. If she had anything real, she would’ve dropped it the moment her concert ended like she promised. She’d give anything to bury me, but she hasn’t. That proves she has nothing. As for the records—she only pretended she meant to post them herself after they were leaked. The doctor she tagged is real, yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that she has no solid evidence. She’s playing tricks.” Vivian’s confidence brimmed over.
Her mind was too narrow to see past her own way of thinking. She judged others only through the lens of how she would act.
Vivian reassured Johnny, “Don’t let her scare you. I’ll give her what she deserves tomorrow. That charity event will be ours to win p>
She spoke alone in her room, without her assistants’ and caregiver’s presence. The caregiver’s eyes kept drifting toward the closed door, fingers tightly clasped together.
Elsewhere, Brandon sat in his car, already updated by Eugene about the storm online. He knew Vivian’s depression was nothing but a show. The gossip didn’t interest him. His attention was on the safe in his lap.
An eight-digit code. What could it be? Bloodshot eyes narrowed as he tried again and again. Beep! Incorrect password!
The car stopped in front of his apartment.
“Mr. Watson, should we get out now?” his driver asked.
“Yes,” Brandon answered. The assistant unfolded his wheelchair and helped him down. As Brandon was pushed along, his mind lingered on Giffard’s and Alexia’s shifting tones.
Giffard had once said the code was tied to a child. Alexia had hinted it was more than that. So what was it really?
His thoughts turned to the three photos posted online. When exactly had they been taken?
The critical condition form required a family member’s signature. That meant it couldn’t have happened during their marriage—or he’d have remembered. So was it before? Or after?
His head throbbed with the weight of it.
The elevator rose steadily, numbers flashing by. Finally—ding! The doors opened.
He was wheeled inside his apartment. The front door, once broken by Myron’s team, had been replaced. The master bedroom was just as it had been, the bed neatly made, still carrying a faint trace of Millie’s scent.
Suddenly, in the silence, a voice rang in his mind.
“Brandon p>
Millie’s voice.
His grip on the safe tightened. A heavy sadness surged through him. It had been far too long since she had called his name with such gentleness.
The after-party soon wrapped up. Sensing how worn out Millie was, Charles and the rest kept their celebration brief. They enjoyed a quick meal before heading off.
Before parting ways, Millie wrapped Alexia in a warm embrace. “Alexia, keep tabs on Giffard for me,” Millie requested. With a small nod, Alexia signaled that she understood.
Once the words were spoken, Millie cast a thoughtful look in Giffard’s direction and then made her exit alongside Myron. Nearby, Ari bounced up and down with excitement at Myron’s side. When Millie came closer, Myron instinctively took her hand, gave a polite nod to the others, and then walked her toward their car. Settled inside, Millie gave a final wave from the window. Their car pulled away, leaving the others behind.