Chapter 515:
She would then claim Eva had handled the copyright registration for her. As for why Vivian’s name didn’t appear on the paperwork, she could always accuse Eva of exploiting a loophole.
Such a dispute would have to be settled in court, and that kind of legal battle dragged on for ages. By the time the truth came out, Eva would have missed her chance to turn things around.
Vivian spoke with a slick, practiced confidence. “So, have you made up your mind? If you’re willing to work with me, you can still walk away with something. Wait too long, and you’ll get nothing.”
Millie only laughed. “Not interested.”
Vivian seemed genuinely surprised. “Eva, come on. Even if you take this to court, at worst, I pay a penalty and move on. The lawsuit will take forever. Why not just take the money and the resources I’m offering? It’s a win-win.”
Millie didn’t bother replying. She ended the call, her smile lingering as she stared at the screen.
Millie knew Vivian was relentless, and she also knew Vivian wouldn’t back down so easily. Part of her was almost eager to see what reckless move Vivian would make next.
At first, Vivian could plausibly argue she hadn’t intended to infringe—that she believed she’d bought the song and had every reason to call it her own. But now, Vivian was well aware she was in the wrong. She still refused to admit fault or apologize, doubling down and scrambling to muddy the truth by adding Eva’s name to the credits.
That was a crucial distinction—deliberate infringement meant far steeper penalties.
Millie considered Brandon’s temperament. If he sensed any real threat to a project, he’d cut his losses without hesitation. But what if Vivian insisted on charging ahead regardless?
Millie’s lips curved into a cold, inward smile. “Fine, then. You’re asking for whatever comes next, Vivian.”
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She pressed her right hand into a tight fist, steadying herself, and then slipped back into the hospital room, forcing her mind back to the task at hand.
In just a few days, the Elliott Group’s first wave of new products would hit the shelves. She had a launch to orchestrate—and she intended for it to be a resounding success.
After several days of rest and treatment, Brandon’s strength had finally returned. He sat up, the lines of fatigue on his face gradually fading, and tapped his index finger against the tablet in his lap—a new version of “Glimmer of Love” filling the screen.
Vivian hovered beside him, all innocence and wide-eyed charm.
“So, what exactly are you trying to pull?” Brandon’s voice was low, edged with exasperation.
Vivian met his gaze, a mask of sweet innocence firmly in place.
“Brandon, I already added her name, didn’t I?” she said, blinking as if genuinely baffled. “Didn’t you say there were issues with infringement? Well, now that her name’s there, isn’t it resolved?”
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