Chapter 300:

Would the divorce really go through without issue? And how long could they hold things off?

Charles knew Serena’s real identity. But the other investors didn’t—and they couldn’t be told. How could they fix this without revealing the truth?

The tension in the living room hung heavy.

What had started as trivial had now turned into something serious, something dangerous.

They all sat with it.

Then Millie’s phone vibrated.

She looked down. A call—Serena’s line.

“Who is it?” Alexia asked quickly.

Millie shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“You think someone leaked your info? Maybe it’s another attack,” Alexia said, her voice tense. She’d seen too much of that in the industry.

Seville nodded in agreement. He had seen the same.

“Can you set up a blocker for Millie’s phone?” Seville asked Sheridan.

Sheridan was already reaching for his laptop.

Millie stared at her phone. She didn’t answer.

The call ended on its own. Then two messages appeared on the screen.

“Serena, I already gave you a chance. So far, you’ve just been lucky. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t retaliate? Get down on your knees and beg—maybe then I’ll consider throwing you a lifeline.” Vivian’s messages lit up the screen, each one dripping with contempt.

Charles took one look and unleashed a string of curses.

Alexia and Seville erupted as well, their outrage filling the room with heated voices.

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Millie’s grip on her phone tightened until her knuckles blanched.

Vivian’s constant threats and smug sense of control made it feel as if waiting for some miracle was the only path left. But Millie refused to stand by any longer.

She saw, clear as day, her father’s tormented face beneath stormy clouds, the boy shielding her with nothing but a broken board, and the tiny, silent child she had lost.

She wasn’t about to let anyone dictate her fate anymore.

Never again would she be powerless.

Millie pressed her nails into her palm until pain cut through the haze, jolting her thoughts into focus.

A few more days—she just needed a little more time to secure the divorce decree. But right now, chaos from the show demanded her full attention. Only two things mattered for now. Would the show be axed without warning due to the scandal? Or would the sponsors force her out before that?

She blinked, her gaze sharpening with a sudden, unshakable resolve.

Walking away was never an option—not for her.

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