Free from the Davidson family at last.
Everyone knew it, and honestly, everyone was thrilled.
Even people online were celebrating the news.
Danielle felt a wave of relief unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“Have you heard about Millie?” Kirsten said, leaning in. “After all that’s happened, she’s finally had to swallow her pride and go begging for help.”
“This morning, Gian and I ran into her while we were doing a tech audit.”
“She was literally pleading with investors,” Kirsten scoffed. “Still acting like she’s the queen of the world, as if everyone should just hand her their money. Who does she think she is?”
Millie had always been arrogant, and even now, with everything falling apart, she still clung to her sense of superiority.
Danielle couldn’t help but admire Millie’s nerve. If nothing else, Millie had nerves of steel—a rock-solid core that never seemed to crack.
She never wasted time doubting herself. When something went wrong, it was never her fault—always someone else’s.
“Now Newsworld is all yours,” Kirsten grinned. “And you’re running AetherX Dynamics too. Why not just pull the plug on her funding?”
It was true.
Everything really was hers now.
“Didn’t you two have some kind of contract with performance clauses?” Kirsten reminded her. “Looks like the conditions have been met. Time to collect what’s yours.”
Danielle lifted her gaze, the realization settling in.
Yes.
Everything that belonged to her—she would take back.
—
Meanwhile, on Millie’s side of things—
Her company’s projects had collapsed under the weight of public scrutiny.
With no money coming in, and every investment going out, all of her partners were pulling out. She was bleeding cash, drowning in debt.
More than anything, she needed to scrape together funding.
When Leanne got wind of all this, she was livid.
“Is Alexander still on your side?” Leanne demanded, her voice tight with worry. That was what she cared about most.
Millie sat in her chair, restless, anxiety gnawing at her.
Ever since that disastrous graduation party, Alexander hadn’t called—not once. Not a single text, either.
That was what unsettled her most of all.
What she feared most was seeing a headline trending: “Rafferty is not Alexander’s biological son.”
If that ever happened, it would be over. For everyone.
She took a shaky breath, weighed her options, and finally dialed Alexander’s number.
“Alex—”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry. I never wanted any of this…” Millie bit her lip. “About Raffy… do you need me to help clear things up?”
“No need,” he replied, voice flat and distant.
Millie exhaled, her nerves still taut.
“Alex, if we don’t resolve this with Raffy, nothing else—especially the company—can be fixed. How do you want to set the record straight? This has hurt your reputation, too.”
She gripped her phone, voice trembling. “But Raffy… he doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. You know he’s Alistair’s only child.”
“Mm,” Alexander said, his tone giving nothing away.
“So, about Raffy…”
Alexander’s voice was soft, almost gentle. “Millie, it’s time you asked Danielle for help.”
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