Chapter 827:

After all, Vivian had already examined those images herself; there was nothing in them that tied the push directly to her. No one could prove she had deliberately grabbed Brandon’s hand at the perfect moment to shove Millie down the stairs.

Not Millie. Not Alexia. Not even Brandon himself.

The scheme had been executed flawlessly, and Vivian knew it.

The more she replayed it in her head, the more convincing her own “innocence” appeared.

Turning toward the nearest camera, Vivian put on a weary, red-eyed look. “So what now, Millie? Why hasn’t there been a single update from your account? Was I right after all?”

Her pitiful demeanor fueled the frenzy, and her supporters took the cue instantly.

“Millie, explain yourself!”

“Apologize to Vivian, Millie!”

The demand for answers exploded across both the Internet and the crowd on site.

Those who weren’t loyal to either side grew restless, wondering the same thing—where was Millie?

She hadn’t shared a single update yet, and noon had come and gone several minutes ago.

Right when people began whispering that Millie had backed out, noise suddenly broke out in front of Vivian Floral Design.

Heads turned as murmurs spread.

A sizable crowd began making its way onto the scene. They called out for the onlookers to step aside and clear a path.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Why should we move aside?”

But when Millie emerged in the middle of that formation, flanked by bodyguards, the crowd instinctively parted.

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It looked like Millie hadn’t chosen to respond online. She had come to confront Vivian face-to-face.

Flanked by bodyguards, Millie pushed forward.

It took a while to break through the crush of people, but at last she stopped in front of Vivian’s studio.

Her eyes locked on Vivian as she spoke clearly. “I’m here.”

There was no retreat in her voice.

The crowd pressed in, excitement buzzing louder with every passing second. Vivian clenched her jaw. She had been certain Millie wouldn’t dare appear. But it didn’t matter—Vivian was confident she’d still come out on top.

“Millie…” she said, forcing a frail smile, every bit the picture of a victim.

In stark contrast, Millie’s expression was unreadable, stripped of everything but quiet resolve.

She held the file steady in her hand, eyes never leaving Vivian.

“Vivian,” she asked evenly, “have you given this any thought? Will you admit your fault?”

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