Chapter 1365:
“Other than the marks on your wrists, you look fine. Your makeup and hair are a mess, though. I’ll call the makeup artist to fix it,” Helga said loudly, making sure everyone could hear.
Millie knew exactly why Helga did that. She wanted everyone to understand that nothing had happened while Millie was in Brandon’s hands.
Before Millie could respond, she felt her arms grow lighter.
She looked up to see Myron taking Ari from her.
“We should do something about your wrists,” he said, frowning at the marks.
Helga immediately nodded and hurried off to handle it.
Millie lifted her chin. Every eye in the venue was on her, filled with worry.
She drew a soft breath and smiled, keeping her composure.
Myron moved closer and gently pulled her in.
Soon, the makeup artist arrived and whisked Millie to the dressing room.
This time, the room was heavily guarded inside and out, ensuring she was safe.
Outside, the guests settled back into their seats, though many had already left.
It was already evening, and the ceremony had fallen far behind schedule. Some had other commitments and left, which was understandable.
Charles and the others returned as well.
Napier spotted Charles and waved him over.
Charles approached without hesitation. The table was filled with some of the most influential figures in town.
“What happened?” Napier asked.
Charles paused briefly, then said, anger sharpening his voice.
“Brandon threatened Millie with his life. He said she had to go with him, or he would jump off the bridge. But…”
Millie was supposed to marry Myron today, and she had already been on the back of his bike. How could Brandon ask for something like that?”
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Charles clapped his hands together in frustration.
“If she chooses Myron, Brandon jumps, and his death is on her.”
He looked around the table and continued, “But if she’s forced to choose Brandon, that means betraying Myron—when she was already set to marry him. You understand how torn she must have been.”
The group exchanged uneasy glances, clearly not expecting such chaos.
Charles lowered his hands and glanced around at the thinned crowd. His eyes swept across the hall, now far less lively than before.
He let out a slow sigh.
“Such a beautiful wedding, reduced to this.”
For those who hadn’t grasped the seriousness earlier, his words finally sank in.
The hall had been buzzing with celebration, but now many guests were gone, and the bride had returned visibly shaken.
“Brandon’s behavior was reckless and utterly thoughtless.”
“Where is Brandon now?” Napier inquired of Charles, his tone laced with apprehension.
“Please tell me he hasn’t actually jumped.”
The circle of distinguished guests murmured and inclined their heads in solemn accord.
“Today of all days—Millie and Myron’s wedding—he mustn’t create an uproar.”
“We’ve left him in Darden’s care,” Charles answered quietly.
“Darden will watch over him.”
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