Chapter 763:

Giffard watched Brandon fumble with the safe, a cold smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t even think of forcing it open. One wrong move and everything inside will be destroyed in an instant,” he warned.

The truth was, the safe only held copies, not the originals. Back in Flaville, Giffard had been closely watched and questioned. Even though Myron’s men managed to get him out, carrying the real documents home risked inspection. So he returned with duplicates, sealing them in a special safe that could pass the airport’s security checks unnoticed.

If the wrong button was pressed or the lock forced, a hidden mechanism would shred the contents in seconds, leaving nothing behind. The moment anyone tried to break in, the machine would start tearing. Since cracking a safe took time, the papers would always be gone before the intruder succeeded.

The only way in was to try the code—digit by digit.

“Eight numbers,” Giffard told Brandon, whose bloodshot eyes gave him away. “In theory, that’s a hundred million combinations. All by hand. No shortcuts.” He shoved Brandon hard against the car.

“Brandon, you’d better start thinking about every mistake you’ve made!”

Brandon clung to the safe, glaring at Giffard with red eyes. He tried to speak, but no words came out. Grinding his teeth, he lifted his chin, locking eyes with Giffard’s mocking stare. The air grew heavier by the second, with Eugene watching anxiously but too afraid to step in.

Suddenly, the screech of brakes shattered the silence. Everyone turned.

A car pulled up nearby, and out stepped Myron, steadying Millie, who still had her stage makeup on.

“Millie!” Giffard hurried toward her.

“Giffard,” she replied with a nod.

Brandon, safe in hand, took a few steps forward but faltered, caught between desire and hesitation.

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Millie looked frailer than before, her coat thrown over her costume; still, it seemed a gust of wind might sweep her away.

Rita’s warning echoed in Brandon’s mind—don’t push Millie again. Myron, meanwhile, kept glancing at her with quiet concern.

When he had left the venue earlier, Millie had spotted him and followed. On the way, Myron told her about his conversations with Giffard.

“I don’t know exactly what he found. But it must be something very important,” Myron admitted.

Now, seeing Giffard rushing up, Millie smiled faintly. “My concert is about to start. I saved you a seat. Let’s go together.”

Giffard was ready to expose Vivian first, but Millie shook her head. “I’ll take care of this. You’ve done enough for me already,” she said firmly.

Earlier, Myron had put the call with his men in Flaville on speaker in the car, so Millie had heard everything. She knew Giffard had snuck into the medical institute, been injured, and interrogated as a suspect. What he had managed to retrieve, she didn’t know.

She just knew that if the matter was handled quietly, there might still be a way out. But if Giffard revealed it during Vivian’s live stream, there would be no escape. Flaville could easily escalate it into an international case.

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