Chapter 838
Chapter 838:
The thread drew in droves of people, all anxiously refreshing for the latest news. Thousands of comments poured in, but the one most often repeated was, “Vivian better really have stomach cancer and be on her deathbed. If she’s lying, she won’t get away with it p>
Plenty of people agreed.
Outside Vivian Floral Design, the atmosphere was changing.
A woman lingered in the corner—Vivian’s caregiver.
The once-packed crowd had begun to thin, leaving Eugene’s staff to tidy up the remnants of the fundraiser.
Though she pretended to help, her mind was elsewhere.
The situation had spiraled far faster than she had planned.
She thought there would be more time to gather evidence, convinced Vivian wouldn’t be exposed until the day of her staged death. Instead, everything had unraveled too soon.
Her hand closed tightly around the recording pen hidden in her pocket. She couldn’t tell whether what she had would measure up.
Meanwhile, in an alley somewhere in town, a man watching the live stream pulled the brim of his hat low.
After checking online for the hospital where Vivian was being examined, he paused in thought, then turned back to his residence to collect something before heading out again.
Inside the coffee shop, the tension followed them. The three of them stepped into a private room.
Brandon’s bodyguard waited outside the door after helping Brandon settle.
A waiter soon delivered the coffee, and the door to the private room shut behind him.
Silence settled in, broken only by the faint curl of steam rising from the cups. Millie took the seat next to Myron, and Brandon sat across from the two of them.
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The polished table, along with the rich scent of coffee drifting in the air, marked the space that divided them. Brandon’s eyes were rimmed red.
“You’ve gotten thinner,” he murmured.
Millie ignored the remark and cut directly to the heart of the matter.
“When will you hand over the Bennett family’s assets p>
Brandon’s lips pressed into a tight line as he gazed at her with sorrow in his eyes. She hadn’t wasted a single word on anything else.
“Is that really all you want to talk about?” His voice cracked slightly. “Can’t we talk… about anything else p>
The tension grew heavier.
Myron pushed the coffee aside and poured a glass of water, sliding it toward Millie. She accepted it without hesitation, lifting it to her lips and sipping slowly.
“Brandon,” she said, her eyes steady on him, “you already know the truth. That means you should also know there’s nothing more between us worth discussing p>
Myron’s brows drew together as he spoke up. “Millie gave years of effort to the Watson Group. That alone is worth every piece of the Bennett inheritance under your care p>