Chapter 812:
Onlookers, realizing this truly was a charity sale, had little room to criticize. In fact, some even found themselves buying a few things that caught their eye. For those uninterested in flowers, the cute, small trinkets proved tempting enough.
Vivian had pulled an all-nighter crafting dozens of delicate, affordable accessories just for this occasion.
The charity sale was announced just a day prior, but thanks to heavy media coverage and Johnny’s savvy promotion, word about Vivian’s event traveled fast. Since it all benefited a good cause, the event received nothing but praise. People reasoned, actions speak louder than words.
As long as the money went to the right place and those in need got the help they deserved, that was what truly counted.
Johnny certainly thought so. This was all part of his marketing game plan. He even took the lead in reminding people about Vivian’s terminal illness and the “fact” that she only had a few months left.
He emphasized that after she was diagnosed with cancer, Vivian went public with her schedule, made appearances on various shows, and showed up at charity events so she could help those who were suffering just like her. These posts also cleverly called out Millie for caring only about profits and victories, without ever giving back to the community.
Meanwhile, over at Evans Entertainment, Charles couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh or roll his eyes at the sight of these updates.
“Millie only cares about money and never thinks about giving back to the community?” Charles muttered, rolling his eyes in disbelief.
“Let’s be real, wasn’t it Millie who donated that tanzanite at the last charity auction? Yet somehow, all the praise is going to Vivian. How does that add up?”
Barbara, seated nearby, nodded in agreement. “Vivian kept claiming her donations, but she was actually spending Brandon’s money at that auction.”
Seville chimed in without looking up from his work. “And don’t forget, Millie and Brandon weren’t officially divorced yet, so technically Vivian was spending their joint property.”
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Determined to fight back, Seville had already compiled a comprehensive list of Millie’s personal charitable donations, as well as those she had made with Brandon over the years. After all, a powerhouse like the Watson Group shelled out a hefty sum for charity every single year.
With all the documents neatly arranged, Seville glanced across the conference table at Charles. “Mr. Evans, do you want us to publish it now?”
Charles paused, considering. Then he shook his head. “Millie told me to send it to her first.”
“Understood,” Seville replied, giving a crisp nod.
Meanwhile, at the Elliott residence, despite a passionate night with Myron that lingered until sunrise, Millie was already stationed at her desk in the study by nine o’clock sharp.
“I kept you up too late, didn’t I?” Myron admitted with a devilish grin. “Are you feeling okay now?”
A faint blush colored Millie’s cheeks as she recalled his teasing, and she shyly nudged him aside. Even now, after sharing so much intimacy, she couldn’t help but feel a little shy. Myron grinned to himself as he watched Millie throw herself into her work and decided not to tease her any further. Instead, he slipped off to the kitchen to make her a fresh cup of coffee.
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