Chapter 453:

She agreed without hesitation and got out of the car.

Myron drove down to park, his usual warmth vanishing as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He then pulled out his phone and made a call.

After a few rings, someone answered.

“I need you to do something for me…” he said, then issued a series of instructions before hanging up. He looked through the windshield toward the Watson Group building, eyes focused.

Upstairs, Millie stepped into the CEO’s office.

Brandon stood near his desk, his expression dark. As she walked in, he tossed a toy gun onto the desk.

On the other side of the room, Egbert approached with a smile.

“Millie. It’s been a long time,” he said, giving her a once-over. “You’ve changed since then.”

She ignored the comment. “Why did you call me here today?”

“Oh, right.” Egbert pulled a document from his briefcase and handed it to her. “Take a look. It’s the contract you and Brandon signed back in Flesta when you came to find me.”

There were traces of dried blood on it.

Millie’s eyes lingered on the pages. The memories of that day in Flesta came rushing back. Brandon had dived into freezing water to pull her out. She had looked Egbert in the eye and reminded him, “You gave me your word.”

Now, years later, he repeated those words—more composed but no less calculating. “I gave you my word.”

Under the office lights, the blood-stained contract looked even more striking.

Before Millie could take it, a hand reached out and grabbed it.

Brandon.

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Just like that autumn day years ago, when he held her close and signed the contract—his own hand soiled with her blood.

Now, he stood holding this very contract again, his eyes narrowed as he stared at Egbert.

Egbert met Brandon’s gaze and flashed him a smile.

“I’ve honored this contract all these years because of Millie,” he said. “But now that you’re divorced, I think it’s void.”

He turned to Millie, smiling. “Just say the word, and I’ll tear it up.”

She didn’t answer. She walked over to Brandon and took the contract from his hand.

She flipped through it. Clause after clause, each one a sharp edge forged during desperate negotiations.

Back then, they had won for the Watson Group. But it hadn’t been her victory.

She had lost something invaluable instead.

Millie placed the contract on the table and looked across the room at Egbert, still smiling at her.

“Egbert Perez,” she said, clearly and evenly.

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