Chapter 108:
“Okay,” Charles replied gently, and then walked beside Millie as they made their way toward the villa.
At the same moment, Brandon felt an unexpected pull and lifted his eyes. Ahead, Millie and Charles were moving at an unhurried pace toward the entrance.
Charles scarcely registered in his thoughts; all of his attention settled on the woman beside him.
In the silver glow of the moon, she seemed set apart from everyone else, a vision of quiet grace.
Soft curls were gathered at her crown, while most of her hair slipped down her back, framing the gentle line of her neck.
She leaned toward Charles and spoke, the slight curve of her crimson lips turning the simple motion into something striking.
It was Serena.
“Brandon?” Vivian’s voice broke through the moment. She had been enjoying the attention from the crowd, but now she noticed he had gone quiet. His eyes were somewhere else.
What had caught his attention?
She followed his gaze but saw nothing unusual.
Brandon looked away and turned back to her. “Let’s go inside,” he said calmly.
“Okay,” Vivian replied with a gentle smile, slipping her hand into Brandon’s as they walked into the villa together.
The paparazzi tried to follow, but the doors closed before they could step inside.
Security held them back.
There was nothing more they could do now except watch helplessly as the couple disappeared into the grand entrance.
Still, having captured clear photos of Brandon and Vivian showing up together was enough to spark headlines across the city.
“So that’s it for Millie, then?”
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“I don’t think it’s over just yet. Isn’t Vivian only expected to live another six months?”
“Yes. These next few months will be difficult. Let’s see if Millie can hold on.”
They whispered among themselves, quickly reaching for their phones to send updates to editors and media outlets.
The Evans family’s villa stood tall and impressive, its structure spread across three spacious levels. The first floor was set up as the main hall, where the evening’s event was being held. The second offered a quieter space with reserved seating for high-profile guests. The third included exclusive lounges and an open-air terrace garden.
Inside, Brandon’s arrival stirred a quiet wave of surprise. Conversations paused, and curious glances followed him. It wasn’t often that someone like him made a personal appearance.
As the head of the Watson Group—one of Crobert’s top three corporations—he held unmatched influence. He rarely attended events like this himself, which made his presence even more striking.
But Brandon didn’t linger in the main hall. After completing the formal sign-in with Vivian by his side, he walked straight to the second floor without stopping. Only a handful of people had access to that level. The rest could only watch as he disappeared upstairs, their eyes filled with admiration and silent envy.
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