Chapter 371:
Brandon waited until she disappeared inside, then shifted the car into reverse and pulled away from the curb.
Two seconds later, the entrance door swung open again. Vivian reappeared. Gone was the fragile, teary-eyed expression from before. She stared after Brandon’s taillights, her gaze sharp with resentment.
She had seen the hesitation in his eyes. He still wasn’t over Millie.
She bit her lip, seething. She had to find a way to truly become Brandon’s woman and bear his child. Otherwise, everything would start to unravel.
Meanwhile, at the Blue Lounge, Millie and Charles were still on the dance floor, while Darden waited upstairs in a private room, bored out of his mind.
He pulled out his phone and opened Alyssa’s chat.
Ever since she called him a “useless bastard who only knew how to sleep around” and broke up with him, she had thrown herself into her new career—appraising secondhand luxury goods. Darden had stopped by her shop a few times, only to learn she’d already quit. Now she was working sales in a different boutique.
He found the change strange. Had she failed to meet her quotas? Was that why she quit?
He had once bankrolled her entire lifestyle, convinced she’d come crawling back once reality hit. But she hadn’t. Surprisingly, she was still holding out. Lately, he had to admit—he missed her a bit. That fiery temper of hers was oddly endearing.
Thinking of her, he sent a message. “What have you been up to lately? Need any help with business? Want me to throw some clients your way?”
It didn’t take long for her to reply. “Fuck off, you jerk!” She also sent a fierce emoji.
Darden snorted, amused.
“Still got that bite,” he muttered to himself.
But he loved it.
He needed to make time to see her.
He tucked the phone away, leaned on the armrest, and took another sip of his drink while watching the dance floor below.
Just as he was sipping his drink, his eyes widened in disbelief.
He blinked, then squinted to confirm. Was that… Millie?
His expression darkened. If Brandon saw this…
He quickly put down his glass and rushed out. But just as he stepped into the hallway, the door to the neighboring private room opened.
Alexia stepped out, smiling. “Seville, while Giffard’s in the bathroom, I’m heading downstairs to join Millie. Want to come—” She stopped mid-sentence.
“You?” she and Darden said in unison.
Without a word, Darden strode past her and peeked into the room she had just come out from. Inside, the male escorts were dancing awkwardly alongside a rotund man in flashy clothing.
Darden’s expression turned stormy.
So this was what Millie and Alexia were up to. Drinking, partying, and surrounding themselves with escorts?
If Brandon found out…
“What do you think you’re doing?” Alexia snapped, trying to shut the door.
Darden blocked it. “Did you bring Millie here? You’re having too much fun, missy!”
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