Chapter 295:
Brandon’s stare lingered on her silhouette. “With the kind of talent and skill you’ve shown, there’s no way you’re just some nobody,” he remarked, his voice steady but firm. “So tell me—what are you really after?”
“Why do you even care?” Charles snapped angrily before Millie had a chance to respond. “Seriously, what else could a singer possibly be after for joining a music show?”
He sounded almost exasperated, as if Brandon’s line of questioning defied all logic.
Brandon’s reply was a single, frigid glance—an unspoken dismissal that made Charles look foolish just for asking.
Millie instantly understood Brandon’s point. She knew he was hinting at the whole situation with Vivian.
Charles’ outburst, however, came as a welcome distraction, sparing her from the need to reply at all.
Seizing the moment, Millie moved to climb into the RV, her mind already shifting ahead.
But Brandon’s voice stopped her. “I’m not here to interrogate you,” he called in an even tone. “Vivian’s my responsibility—I’ll deal with her problems myself. Whatever plans you have, just keep what I said in mind.”
Millie froze, then turned to face him at last.
Brandon remained where he was, the darkness behind him stretching on endlessly. A restless breeze swept through the night, tossing a stray lock of hair over his brow.
Was this supposed to be a warning or just a notification?
He didn’t bother with the usual appeals to Vivian’s fragile health or her so-called kindness.
This time, Brandon skipped any pretense of explanation.
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He spelled it out for her: No matter what she did, he’d side with Vivian. He wanted her to know—before she made her move—that she better think long and hard about whether she was truly ready to challenge him.
Millie’s lips curled into a faint, ironic smile.
Was this his idea of love?
If what he felt for Vivian was love, then what had all those stolen hours and whispered words between them ever meant?
Despite all her efforts to break away from them, they refused to let her go, cornering her at every turn. Anxiety and fury twisted inside her.
Her fists clenched tightly at her sides.
Right then, both Millie’s and Charles’ phones buzzed.
Millie slid hers out, her pulse quickening as she read the group chat.
Seville had just dropped a bombshell—news of Vivian’s latest move, complete with a string of links.
“Serena’s scandalous private life exposed—she suffered a miscarriage just ten days before the first Heavenly Melody live show.”
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