Chapter 474:

Brandon found himself drowning in these troubling thoughts.

Then a darker realization struck him with crushing force. Millie had probably witnessed Vivian’s livestream spectacle instead of his corporate maneuvering. His frustration blazed hotter, consuming what remained of his composure. Perhaps she would find darkness…

Amusement flickered through him as he watched himself stumble through such a seemingly straightforward crisis after her departure.

His mind drifted unbidden to those precious nights when nightmares would tear her from sleep, and she would seek sanctuary in his embrace while he whispered gentle reassurances against her trembling form until their hearts beat in perfect synchronization.

The ache of missing her struck his stomach like a physical blow, sharp and unrelenting.

“Brandon, what brings you to this chaos? Shouldn’t you be heading to lunch?” A familiar voice sliced through his melancholic reverie and pulled him back to harsh reality.

He gathered his scattered composure and turned to find Babette approaching with quick, efficient strides.

“How are things progressing with the current situation?” Brandon deflected, steering the conversation toward safer, professional territory.

Babette’s expression curdled with disgust, her features contorting as though she had just swallowed something utterly vile and bitter.

“The stock price has achieved temporary stability, but…” Babette’s gaze met Brandon’s before she allowed her words to trail into meaningful silence, the unspoken implications hanging heavy between them.

Vivian’s reckless theatrics had created a huge mess, and now even Babette’s closest friends were openly mocking her and the Watson Group.

“Nothing compares to how smoothly everything operated when Millie held the reins here,” someone whispered from a nearby workstation, giving voice to Babette’s private thoughts.

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But Babette adamantly refused to concede this painful truth and simply waved the speaker away with an irritated gesture.

When she turned back to continue their conversation, Brandon had already vanished without a trace.

After wandering the floor aimlessly, Brandon’s mood had plummeted to even greater depths of despair.

Upon returning to the sanctuary of his executive office, he gazed at the untouched meal sitting on his polished desk, but his appetite remained completely absent. He waved the food away with a dismissive gesture. “Please remove this immediately.”

Eugene’s lips curved into a mysteriously satisfied grin. “Certainly, Mr. Watson.” Meanwhile, across the city, a gentle knock echoed through Millie’s modest rented office space. She lifted her gaze from the scattered documents before her to find Giffard’s reassuring silhouette framed in her doorway.

“Giffard.” Millie acknowledged him, a genuine pleasure brightening her features.

Giffard stepped across the threshold and presented her with a lunch bag that emanated tantalizing aromas.

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