Chapter 218:

Processing these thoughts, Millie responded with calm resolve. “Proceed however you see fit. I remain completely uninterested in your proposals.”

Millie refused to accept the role of a passive victim. She had simply been awaiting the appropriate moment to assert herself. Now that circumstances had shifted favorably in her direction, she felt no inclination to restrain herself any longer. She began maneuvering around Vivian’s obstructive position.

“Are you absolutely certain you have thoroughly considered the consequences of this decision?” Vivian struggled to accept that Millie was still rejecting her proposal outright. “If you refuse to cooperate with my terms, you’ll face elimination in this very round. That outcome means you will become worthless to Charles, and you will never achieve superiority over Millie.”

Millie released a genuine laugh. “Should I interpret that as a direct threat? Or does this represent just another one of your manipulative power games?”

“If labeling it in those terms provides you with comfort, then certainly,” Vivian replied with icy indifference, as though the situation could truly be reduced to such simplistic terms.

Millie found Vivian’s blatant hypocrisy absolutely astounding.

Rather than dignifying Vivian’s posturing with more verbal sparring, Millie simply stepped around her adversary and continued toward her intended destination.

“Serena!” Vivian’s voice rang out behind her, but Millie maintained her steady pace without so much as a backward glance and walked directly out of the corridor.

Vivian remained frozen in place, watching Millie’s retreating figure disappear, her jaw muscles clenched so tightly that sharp pain shot through her temples.

She despised this infuriating woman with every fiber of her being.

Vivian held undeniable leverage over Serena, yet the masked contestant remained frustratingly indifferent to every threat and manipulation.

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If she didn’t need someone to execute her underhanded schemes at this moment, she would have orchestrated Serena’s destruction ages ago.

“You will come crawling back to me on your hands and knees one day,” Vivian whispered through gritted teeth, her words dripping with promised retribution. “Just wait until you’re truly desperate and hanging by a thread.”

Vivian still held the powerful option to resurrect an eliminated contestant from the competition, and she found herself anticipating the moment when Serena would grovel and plead for her intervention.

Embracing this satisfying thought, Vivian finally allowed her tense muscles to relax, curved her lips into a triumphant smile, and glided out through the staff corridor with renewed confidence.

After both women had departed, two shadowy figures began conversing in hushed tones within a cramped, dimly lit surveillance room.

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“During our last assignment, when the boss instructed us to maintain surveillance on Brandon’s wife, we stumbled upon that incredible scene of a child addressing her as ‘mom’—that single shot netted us a substantial fortune!”

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