Chapter: 37 After tying the knot with Brandon, Millie's routine centered around three main priorities..v.mHer mornings often began with Brandon's grandparents, tending to their needs and keeping them company.ww.r. Managing Brandon's calendar and dealing with Watson Group's confidential paperwork had also become second nature, sometimes in tandem with the office secretaries. When the Bennett family fortunes collapsed, Watson Group swept in and assumed full control, even setting up a dedicated division to handle all remaining affairs. Things had changedthe faces were different and procedures had shiftedbut Millie adapted with ease. Visiting the Evans Entertainment practice center was another regular part of her life. On paper, she chalked it up to her dedication to music. Behind the scenes, she spent these visits recording new demos under Eva's name... People barely blinked when they saw Millie at the building. She came and went so often that her presence felt almost routine. Getting ready for a dance session, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and changed into the same workout clothes she always wore. Unbeknownst to her, someone stood quietly outside, eyes following her every move through the glass. Running through one dance after another, she still couldn't find a groove that satisfied her. Something about today refused to clicknothing about the music or her choreography felt right. An uneasy feeling settled in, prickling beneath her skin as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Anxiety crept in, stealing her focus and clouding her mind. A slow inhale steadied Millie's nerves as she forced her eyes shut, seeking a moment of stillness. No amount of effort brought the breakthrough she craved, and finally she abandoned her practice for the night. A glance at her phone revealed the hour, it was already pushing 9 PM. Fatigue weighed her down. Millie dabbed at her brow, shrugged off the sweat, and decided to call it quits, hoping tomorrow would be better. The endless demands of the day had drained her. Without bothering to swap out her clothes or even change her shoes, she tossed a jacket over her shoulders and made her way toward the exit. April's warmth had settled over Crobert, making the city buzz even after dark. By 9 PM, the streets below were coming alive, brimming with neon lights and the thrum of nightlife. City lights flashed past the building's windows, their glow a mix of exhaustion and restless energy. Millie rode the elevator down, each second making her more eager to get home. Crossing through the dim parking garage, she felt a wave of unease roll over her, cold and sudden.w..