Chapter 980:
Adriana and Jayceon disappeared into the venue, their exit sparking a fresh round of hushed conversations.
“Do you think that’s really what happened?”
“I don’t know. Does Myron really love Millie that much? Would Myron actually give up half his fortune to Millie?”
“If Adriana said so, there’s probably some truth to it.”
“Maybe they’re really getting married after all?”
Meanwhile, parked down the street in a sleek Maybach, Brandon sat in silence, overhearing the gossip and glancing toward the bustling corridor.
He’d noticed that Millie had refused both the money and the flowers he’d sent her way.
The last message from Millie still lingered on Brandon’s phone—”Thank you.” It was polite, but also cool and distant.
Brandon’s fingers tightened around the device.
From the back seat, he lifted his eyes to Eugene in the driver’s seat. “What’s the latest on Macauley?”
Eugene had been watching Brandon’s expression in the mirror, gauging his mood. He answered without hesitation. “We’ve had several reports of men who might be working for him spotted nearby, but nothing we can pin down. It could be his way of testing the waters. Macauley is notoriously careful—he may have sent different people to probe us more than once. If we make a move too soon, we risk scaring him off.”
Brandon gave a single, measured nod.
Patience was still their best weapon.
If Macauley sensed they were closing in, catching him later would only grow harder.
𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲: g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Eugene’s eyes flicked to the mirror again.
Choosing his words with care, he said, “Mr. Watson, should we stop by Miss Bennett’s new company?”
He, too, had heard the rumors circulating earlier. Brandon’s presence might put them to rest.
But Brandon lowered his gaze and murmured, “No.”
She hadn’t even accepted the flowers he’d sent for the opening. That said everything.
Eugene hesitated. “And those people…?”
Brandon looked in the direction of the troublemakers, a cold curve touching his mouth.
“Find out which families they belong to,” he said evenly. “Give them a warning.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And,” Brandon added, glancing once more at his phone, “have Babette come to see me.”
Eugene gave a crisp nod and left to carry out the orders.
Myron had arrived at the company before his younger siblings and now stood beside Millie, quietly keeping her company as she greeted the guests.
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