Chapter 428:

The room was quiet, except for the sound of water running in the sink. Carefully, she scrubbed each finger, not missing a spot. She cleaned until there was no trace of blood left.

When she was done, she turned off the faucet.

But then, a tear slipped down and landed softly on the back of her hand.

Then another. And another. They fell without pause.

She looked up at the mirror. Her lips were pressed into a tight line, defiant. But her eyes were red and puffy.

She once had a happy childhood, but everything changed when her father died. The Bennett family fell apart. Her mother drifted from place to place, dragging her along until she eventually remarried.

Her stepfather treated her horribly, always venting his anger on her and nearly beating her to death.

Then came Brandon. He pulled her out of that nightmare.

She truly believed he was her savior.

Even after her mother abandoned her, she thought it didn’t matter—as long as Brandon was there, she had someone to rely on.

She thought he understood her. All she ever wanted was a simple, quiet life. But instead, he shattered everything.

In the mirror, tears streamed down her face, yet not a single sob escaped her lips.

What her father left behind held more than just memories. It contained trusted employees, encrypted data, a black box, and other secrets.

His death was a mystery. Every attempt to uncover the truth over the years hit a wall.

After digging for years, she came to believe her father had uncovered something dangerous—something that made powerful people want him gone. Maybe the black box and its unreadable data held the answers.

When her father died, Brandon took over everything. He set up an entirely new department in the Watson Group for it and gave himself full authority, along with everything that came with it.

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The data couldn’t be copied. It could only be used within that unique system.

She could only get it through Brandon.

Maybe he knew that—and that was why he stalled.

Millie dropped her gaze, fists clenched as she forced herself to stay calm.

Just a delay, she told herself.

Without her, he couldn’t use those things.

If it came to it, she could take him to court. And eventually, she’d get what was rightfully hers.

It was the best outcome she could hope for. If Brandon hadn’t assumed the divorce was temporary and overlooked the fine print, she might never have had a chance.

Now, she just needed patience.

She had to prove herself in business and wait for the right moment.

When she looked up again, her face was calm.

She wiped her tears, straightened up, and gave herself a soft smile in the mirror.

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