Chapter 381:
In the days that followed, a whirlwind of events shook up the online world. The fallout between Millie and Brandon exploded across social media, their names plastered everywhere as the story went viral overnight. By morning, a brand-new headline had already stolen the spotlight.
Vivian’s latest series was suddenly everywhere—a show loosely inspired by Glimmer Of Love, though the title had been slyly tweaked to Love Of Vivian for promotional purposes, swapping in her own name for maximum buzz.
The series spun a bittersweet tale: two strangers drawn together by fate, swept into a romance, only for tragedy to strike when one of them fell gravely ill and died.
The trailer set the Internet abuzz. In one poignant scene, the heroine recorded a demo in the studio, pouring her feelings into every note, while the male lead listened silently in the next room, completely captivated yet unable to confess his feelings.
Later, that very same demo echoed hauntingly as the female lead died in his arms, the music stirring up memories of their lost happiness and driving the heartbreak home.
Within hours, the trailer had gone viral. Viewers swarmed the comment sections, hungry for fresh gossip and already debating the love story’s twists and emotional gut punches.
The buzz around Millie and Brandon had long faded into yesterday’s news.
“I nearly cried just from the trailer. When the show drops, I’m definitely watching it first.”
“This is Vivian and Brandon’s love story, right? It’s heartbreaking—Vivian dying in his arms with their song playing… I can’t handle it.”
“Hurry up and release it! I’m ready to binge as soon as it’s out!”
As Millie scrolled through the comments, an amused smile tugged at her lips. The sooner Vivian’s new show aired, the sooner Millie could push her lawsuit forward.
She’d also heard whispers that Vivian was determined to get the show approved for a theatrical run, but that review process would drag on. Millie doubted Vivian could actually pull it off.
She was reading all this while seated in the Watson Group’s conference room, her lawyer by her side.
Sliding the divorce agreement across the polished table to Eugene, she fixed him with a steady gaze and demanded that every asset be returned to her—including the old Bennett family business now under the Watson Group’s control.
“Eugene, please do a full inventory. I want the handover wrapped up within two days. This is my attorney, Darrion Clark. If there are any issues, you can reach out to him directly.” She gestured to the man standing tall beside her, his presence quietly authoritative.
Millie had seen this day coming since she’d slipped that unique clause into the agreement from the start. She’d sat down with a lawyer well before moving forward with her plan.
Brandon’s name sat neatly at the bottom of the agreement they had signed. As long as nothing went awry, the approval could go straight through company channels.
Eugene studied his copy of the paperwork, worry flickering across his features. There was no question of authenticity—Millie still had the original, and Brandon kept his version, giving Eugene all the proof he needed.
“Mrs. Watson, this…” Eugene began, but trailed off as the staccato rhythm of high heels echoed closer.
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