Chapter 598:
Cheers in her earpiece signaled to Millie that everything backstage was running smoothly. She shifted her attention to the live stream, satisfied.
Meanwhile, Vivian noticed the growing excitement but played it cool, leading her viewers toward the bathroom instead.
Her audience urged her to keep things interesting. The top comment flashed on screen: “Millie’s already made a move, Vivian! Your turn, do something exciting!”
At that exact moment, Brandon arrived at the helipad and climbed aboard.
He tried to send a comment through Vivian’s stream since she wouldn’t pick up his calls, hoping she’d see his warning, but his words got lost among thousands. “Whoosh…”
With the engine roaring, the helicopter blades whipped through the air as Brandon took flight.
With the signal dropping, he could no longer follow the broadcast, so he fired off a message to Eugene as a backup plan.
“Reach out to the platform and pull the plug on Vivian’s live stream.”
Vivian’s live stream continued as she strolled into the bathroom.
“Hmm, where should I put this?” Vivian mused aloud, pacing around for her viewers.
She wanted everyone watching to get a full look at the bathroom’s layout. It was a spacious bathroom, and Vivian wandered back and forth, narrating her thoughts as she explored. Everything appeared ordinary until her gaze landed on a small door tucked off to one side.
“Hey, what’s this?” she asked, curiosity sparked.
The chat exploded with guesses as she reached for the handle. Though she’d been given a password, it turned out the door was already unlocked. Someone must have opened it before her.
Stepping through, Vivian revealed a second, smaller bathroom, vastly different from the first. A large floor mirror caught her eye, along with a sturdy metal handle installed nearby.
𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨Ⳓ𝙘𝙤𝙢
Vivian hesitated the moment she stepped into the unfamiliar space. Confusion creased her face as she turned to Millie. “What is this place?” she asked, trying to piece together its purpose. “Millie, why is this here?” Beneath her steady voice, anger made her hands tremble.
Just earlier, her assistant had warned her that Brandon had already tried to get in touch, but they had ignored all his calls and acted as if nothing had happened. Every door they might need was unlocked ahead of time, a precaution in case Brandon decided to reset any of the codes.
At the same time, the chats on both Vivian’s and Millie’s live streams were exploding, messages flooding in faster than anyone could read.
Myron’s reaction was instant as he shot to his feet as soon as he saw what happened. Gone was his usual polished composure. A standard bathroom outside meant this inner room was clearly intended for the couple’s private use. After all, this was once supposed to be Millie and Brandon’s home.
No furniture filled the space now, but the intimate design left plenty for people’s imaginations to run wild.
It didn’t take much to ruin a woman’s reputation. Just the suggestion of slut-shaming alone could do lasting damage. This small, secluded bathroom was more than enough fuel for rumors to start flying.
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