Chapter 828
Chapter 828:
Once before, she had extended the chance.
But this moment wasn’t about offering mercy—it was about confronting Vivian publicly, demanding a final answer, and closing the chapter in front of everyone.
Vivian kept up her act of innocence.
“I’ve done nothing wrong,” she replied. “There’s nothing for me to admit p>
“Alright then,” Millie said, her voice unwavering as she lifted the file folder for all to see.
“Would you like to see what’s inside?” Millie’s voice was eerily calm as she held up the file. She tilted her head slightly, studying Vivian’s face with cool detachment. “Should we examine it privately, or would you prefer me to reveal it in front of everyone here p>
Vivian’s lips curved in a faint sneer. Inside, she scoffed at what she thought was yet another one of Millie’s mind games. Millie was trying to corner her, to make it seem as though she had something to hide.
If she agreed to see it privately, wouldn’t that make her look guilty? Like she was afraid of what people might see?
No—Vivian was convinced Millie was only bluffing. There couldn’t be anything in that folder that could harm her.
Tears welled up in Vivian’s eyes as she put on her most pitiful expression. “Just open it here,” she said, her voice trembling with fake vulnerability. “Whatever’s in there, I don’t care anymore. If it makes you happy, then go ahead.” She paused for effect, letting a single tear roll down her cheek. “After all, I don’t have much time left in this world p>
She played the role of the dying woman flawlessly, as though she were indulging Millie’s cruelty one last time.
Millie, however, watched without reaction. She had seen this act too many times before. It no longer got to her. The time for games was over.
Without hesitation, she opened the folder. The sharp crinkle of paper cut through the silence. One by one, she spread the documents across the table, placing them where everyone could see.
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The crowd pressed in, phones and cameras raised, desperate to capture every detail.
At that exact moment, Brandon’s black sedan pulled up at the edge of the crowd. The vehicle came to a stop with a soft hiss of brakes.
His bodyguard had taken a long coat from the closet and draped it over Brandon’s shoulders when they left his apartment, hiding the bloodstains on his shirt. Now he hurried to fetch the wheelchair.
Brandon stayed in the car, gazing out through the tinted window. His eyes immediately found Myron’s sleek car parked not far away.
Suddenly, words that Myron had spoken to him long ago came flooding back with devastating clarity.
“You still have no idea how much you’ve thrown away. But the day will come when you understand exactly what you’ve lost, and on that day, resentment won’t haunt you—only the bitter truth that you deserved every bit of this p>
A sharp pain stabbed through his chest.
With each new revelation, each painful truth that came to light, Myron’s words gained deeper and more devastating meaning.