Chapter 109:

By then, Millie and Charles had already taken their seats on the second floor. The moment Brandon walked in, his eyes naturally scanned the room and quickly found them sitting not far away.

Vivian noticed them too. Her attention paused briefly on the woman beside Charles, the one wearing a delicate mask. Her brows drew together slightly.

Serena was here as well.

But after just a second, Vivian relaxed again.

If Serena had come with Charles, she likely wasn’t an invited guest but had simply accompanied him.

That thought comforted Vivian. Attending the gala as Brandon’s female companion held far more weight than coming along with someone else.

To her, the difference mattered.

A few minutes later, the charity auction officially began. The auctioneer stepped forward, standing beneath the soft lights at the front of the room.

“Let’s begin our charity auction for the evening,” he announced clearly. “The first item is a valuable antique, generously donated by a private collector. Fifty percent of the final bid will go directly to charity. The starting bid is…”

The atmosphere quickly became lively. Guests raised their paddles, one after another, excited by the rare items and eager to show support. The quiet murmur of conversation turned into a gentle buzz of energy as the bidding began.

Brandon sat back in his seat, quietly watching. Vivian, beside him, leaned forward and scanned the list of upcoming auction items.

“If something catches your eye, feel free to bid,” Brandon said, nodding toward the paddle next to him. His meaning was clear—he would take care of the cost.

Vivian looked up and smiled. “That’s kind of you, Brandon, but it’s all right. I’ve saved a little money of my own, and I don’t need anything extravagant. I just want to take part in my own way.”

Brandon gave a light nod, saying nothing more.

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But her words stirred something in him. His thoughts drifted to the day at the courthouse when Millie handed him the property agreement.

The document clearly stated that from the day they filed for divorce, any new earnings would remain separate.

Now, without meaning to, his mind returned to Millie again.

He remembered the blurred image of her and Giffard behind the frosted glass door.

Had she seen him arrive with Vivian tonight?

Brandon looked down, his expression unreadable. A heaviness settled in his chest, the kind he didn’t want to name. His right hand curled slightly, fingers tightening. The jealousy crept in before he even realized it.

At the same time, photos and clips of Brandon and Vivian arriving at the charity event were already circulating online. Within minutes, the hashtag shot straight to the top of the trending topics.

“No way, even Mr. Watson showed up, and he did it in a Bugatti Centodieci!”

“I called it—his date is definitely Vivian!”

“Seriously, the last time he appeared at the Heavenly Melody live show, it was for Vivian. Now, he’s here with her at this charity gala, and he hasn’t shown up at any of these events for two years! Everyone knows what’s going on!”

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