Chapter 652:

From start to finish, Brandon stayed silent. He neither opposed the change nor let any emotion show on his face. He kept that composure the entire time.

Only when Millie was walking away did he lift his head, his gaze following her retreating figure.

“Brandon,” Vivian’s voice called from beside him.

Brandon drew his eyes back and looked at her.

Vivian’s lips curved into a smile. “There’s now one less month until I officially become part of the Watson family. Does that make you happy?”

Brandon gave no reply. Instead, he lifted his gaze to the sky beyond the tall floor-to-ceiling window, watching the clouds drift lazily by, deep in thought.

Vivian watched Brandon’s profile, her smile deepening.

In just one month, she would be married to Brandon and bound to him as his wife. And when that day came, he would never be able to break free from her.

Vivian kept the contract in hand, her smile deepening as satisfaction lit her face.

It was, without question, an advantageous deal.

While she basked in her victory upstairs, Millie had already stepped out of the building and made her way to the ground floor.

Myron’s car was parked outside at the curb. The moment he spotted her, a quick honk announced his presence before he swung the door open and stepped out.

Relief washed over his features the instant he confirmed she was unharmed.

“Everything okay?” he inquired gently, pulling the door wide for her.

“I’m fine,” Millie assured him, sliding into the seat. As soon as he settled behind the wheel, she passed him the supplementary agreement. “They only moved the deadline up.”

Myron skimmed the document, gave a curt nod, and turned the key in the ignition.

“So,” he said, keeping his eyes on the road. “What are you planning to do next?” The new product line obviously needed more than the month she had.

Millie let out a soft laugh, leaning in to murmur something only he could hear. Myron’s brow arched in mild surprise.

𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞: 𝕘Ɐ𝕝𝕟𝕠ν𝕖𝕝𝕤﹒ⅽ𝕠𝕞

“So, this is what you’ve been working toward all along?”

Millie gave a firm nod. “That’s right. The process was already in motion—we just need to speed things up given the tighter schedule. Take me to Evans Entertainment,” she insisted, her gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Without hesitation, Myron swung the car into a turn, steering down a different route.

“Last night, I had Jayceon contact Charles to propose a collaboration. Would that bother you?” he queried, glancing her way.

“Not at all,” she responded, catching on immediately to his intent. “Charles is remarkably shrewd—he won’t pass up a good business deal.”

A chuckle rumbled from Myron’s chest as he nodded. “Exactly. Jayceon told me Charles swore he’d never turn down profit.” Millie laughed softly, shaking her head.

That was so very Charles—always handling things in his own distinctive way.

Myron treated her to breakfast first before steering the car toward Evans Entertainment.

While she sat down with Charles to go over the details of their business, Vivian was busy launching a live stream of her own.

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