Chapter 137
Chapter 137:
Brinley wasn’t just climbing higher in her career; she seemed determined to reclaim the very place Milly held most dear—Colin’s attention.
Milly couldn’t accept it.
On the next bed, a woman reclined with her phone pressed to her ear, her voice lilting with syrupy sweetness as she gossiped about love and romance. Then, all at once, the conversation shifted.
“What did you just say? Rosara is staging a comeback? Seriously p>
Milly blinked. Her ears caught every word.
Rosara?
𝗥𝖾𝘢𝗱 𝖿re𝖾 𝗇o𝘃𝖾l𝗌 𝗼ո
The name struck a chord—wasn’t that the female racer who had once dominated headlines, only to vanish without a trace?
“She will attend the upcoming exhibition race? Really?” the woman asked, her voice rising with excitement.
The conversation dissolved into noise, and Milly barely paid attention—until a particular name cut through.
“Brinley? You mean the one leading that racing-themed project? She’s entering the race herself?” the woman asked, startled.
The words jolted Milly so hard her pulse skipped, nearly propelling her upright on the bed.
Brinley entering a car race?
The revelation tore through her haze like lightning.
For weeks, she had been clawing for a weakness, yet every angle crumbled against Brinley’s spotless project and Austin’s steadfast support. Any frontal attack would have been a suicide mission.
But this changed everything. A real estate developer participating in an exhibition race was bound to spark whispers.
With the right push, the spectacle could be twisted into a circus act—a shameless ploy for attention dressed up as ambition.
Milly’s thoughts spun in tight circles.
Brinley was determined to secure her place as a rising star in real estate while simultaneously dazzling the racing world. Yet that daring two-front campaign was as dangerous as wielding a blade with no handle—one wrong move, and it could slice straight through her. The spectacle could collapse into disaster.
“Take this mask off, now,” Milly ordered abruptly, her voice sharp with urgency.
The beautician froze, startled. “But the treatment isn’t finished yet p>
“Take it off. Now!” Milly insisted.
The beautician peeled away the mud mask, and Milly wasted no time. She swept on a layer of makeup with brisk strokes, snapped her compact shut, and slung her bag over her shoulder before striding out of the salon.
Sliding into the back seat of her car, she immediately punched in a number.
On the other end was an entertainment reporter Colin had once introduced her to—a man who thrived on scandals and clickbait headlines.
“I’ve got something worth your while,” Milly murmured, lowering her voice with deliberate secrecy. “A crossover bombshell—real estate colliding with racing. The kind of story that’ll set the internet on fire p>