Chapter 654:
Vivian faced the camera with a solemn expression. “I’ll be suspending my floral design work in luxury villas. My career will go on hold so I can make amends to Millie and properly address this matter. I’ve been competing with her for the chance to marry Brandon, but now I’m making a major sacrifice to prove my sincerity.”
Her voice broke as another fit of coughing racked her body, the sound rough and wet until it tipped into dry heaves.
A pair of hands rushed in from the side to steady her. An urgent voice, just off-screen, warned, “Miss Simpson, I’ve told you—your time is already running out. If you keep overworking, you might not even have four months left to live!”
Vivian simply waved them away, insisting they let her finish.
The comment feed exploded.
Some applauded her decision to halt her career, praising her humility. Others admired her willingness to own her mistakes. Many expressed pity, moved by the revelation that she was staring down death itself.
No matter their stance, one sentiment gained traction—her image had taken a turn for the better.
#NotBrightButTrulySincere
The phrase surged to the top of the trending list.
At the same time, headlines announced that Love of Vivian had officially secured a cinema release and was merely waiting for its premiere date.
Vivian later flooded her socials with updates, hyping up Love of Vivian.
Over at Evans Entertainment, Charles nearly blew up when he saw it.
“Isn’t that supposed to be my tagline? How the hell did it become part of her persona?” he demanded, slamming his palm against the desk with a sharp crack.
The theft of his image filled him with burning fury.
Millie chuckled, eyes sparkling with mischief. “So you’re finally admitting you’re not exactly a genius?”
“You!” Charles shot her a glare, his irritation spiking.
𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓻𝓸𝓸𝓽: 𝓰⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝓬𝓸𝓶
His temper flared hot enough to make the veins in his neck stand out.
Millie lifted a hand in mock surrender, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. She was only teasing. In truth, she knew he was sharp as a blade—just sly enough to make people mistake him for a fool.
That earned a smug nod from Charles. “You’re right.”
The compliment soothed his ego, and he eased back into his seat.
“Still, she’s unbelievable. I know Darden, and just yesterday I heard him going off—sarcastically hinting someone sabotaged his pipes. Vivian planned it from the start. She wanted that broadcast location, and now she’s spinning excuses, pretending she’s meeting you halfway. Meanwhile, you’re the one who looks like the aggressor.”
He shook his head in disgust. “I’ve never met anyone this damn shameless.”
Millie’s lips curled in a cold smile. It was exactly as he said.
They’d just watched the livestream together, and Vivian’s performance was transparent—her entire broadcast boiled down to a carefully packaged confession and an apology, the kind meant to win sympathy, not take real responsibility.
“So, what’s our next move?” Charles pressed, still seething from his earlier outburst.
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