Chapter 530:

These were mid-range products. Not cheap, but still within reach for many.

And the story behind it was just as beautiful.

Comments online began to explode. “Everything matches—the gem, the ocean, the prince’s eyes. Someone said it best, ‘The eyes of a lover are the eighth ocean.’ That’s what this feels like. So romantic!”

Then Millie spoke again. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is our new Blue series. It stands for serenity, passion, and romance. We invite you all to explore and make a purchase.”

Right as she finished, Elliott Group’s website released the collection online. Images. Descriptions. Orders began pouring in. People nearby rushed straight into the store.

Millie slowly turned back and looked at Oakley. He didn’t look pleased.

Millie gave him a soft smile. “Mr. Evans, what do you think now? Did anything catch your eye?”

Oakley let out a cold laugh before turning and walking away.

Millie stayed where she was, meeting the reporters’ eyes with a calm, polite smile.

The crowd buzzed with conversation.

Not far off, Brandon sat in his car, staring at the storefront in silence. His gaze was thoughtful and distant.

He remembered the early days of the Watson Group’s transformation. Millie had stood beside him then, offering advice and pitching in wherever she could. But now, all her effort went toward someone else.

Brandon looked away, his eyes dimming, and quietly told Eugene to drive.

Millie continued to answer the reporters’ questions, unaware that a car had pulled up behind her. Inside sat Myron, silently watching her.

Though she had agreed to spend time with him recently, Myron never saw love in her eyes—only the friendly warmth and trust of a business partner or a friend. She seemed to enjoy the surprises he gave her, but the spark in her expression never lasted. There was no sign of him in her heart.

Ꮮⲁ𝗍𝓮𝐬𝓉 с𝐡𝒂𝗉𝓉𝖾𝗋𝓼 ց𝙖𝕝𝗇𝗈ⲃ𝗲𝗅𝘀[﹒]ⅽ𝗼𝗺

Even though Brandon no longer held her affection, her heart was still empty. Myron couldn’t help but wonder how he could truly earn a place in Millie’s heart.

“It’s too soon,” Myron whispered. “I’ll have to take it slow. Step by step. At least for now, her heart belongs to no one.”

That was something. She had agreed to give it a chance—to get to know him.

His mind wandered to one distant day in the past at the port. Millie had carefully chosen spices while the salesperson patiently introduced each one to her.

She had smiled so warmly and said, “My boyfriend has trouble sleeping. I want something to help him rest better.”

He could still see her eyes then—bright and full of love.

Then came the snowy night. She had run into another man’s arms without hesitation.

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