Chapter 213

On the left side of the screen was Millie's stream. On the right, Vivian's.

At that moment, Millie walked confidently ahead, leading a select group of visitors into the golden river of time surrounded by sunflowers.

There were about twenty of them, all handpicked by the Elliott Group-some were journalists, some potential buyers, and a few just curious onlookers.

As they stepped into the field, Millie addressed them with a warm smile. "This is where it begins. It's quite the walk, so you can leave anything you don't need in the baskets beside you." She gestured toward the baskets tucked among the flowers.

There were plenty of baskets, enough for everyone to set down their things.

Once they were done, the group followed Millie deeper into the sunflower sea.

The tour began outdoors. Sunlight poured down, making the sunflowers glow with life.

Beneath their feet, the river of petals shimmered with every step, as if it had a pulse of its own.

Every now and then, golden flashes caught the eye-reflections from the sun hitting hidden picture frames

"Wait... What's that?" someone asked, pointing.

Millie looked to her assistant, who quickly stepped forward.

"Ma'am, I'Il show you."

The two walked toward the glint. The sunflowers parted like curtains, revealing a gilded frame. Inside were vintage black-and-white photos, each marked with a year.

"Look-street scenes from 1935."

"It's not just street scenes!"

"These are real-life moments from back then!"

"Look at this one-people actually wore wedding gowns like this in 1935!"

The photos had captured everything-weddings, laughter, daily life. Framed by the golden field and bathed in sunlight, the past didn't feel so far away.

In one wedding photo, the bride held a bouquet of sunflowers.

As a woman admired the images, she didn't notice something hidden in the frames.

Tiny gemstones-sparkling in soft yellow tones-were woven into the design.

Just as she reached the final photo, a hand appeared beside her. It held a sunflower made entirely of gems.

It was Millie.

Smiling, she offered the immortal bloom. Behind her, the old photo of the bride beamed from 1935.

Meanwhile, on Vivian's stream, her assistant focused the camera on her.

For a moment, the screen seemed to freeze.

As Millie's smiling face appeared on one side, Vivian's camera caught the wedding portrait of Millie and Brandon.

The timing couldn't have been more awkward. The frame paused-but then cut to Vivian.

The irony didn't go unnoticed.

Vivian spoke softly, "Today's floral design is part of the artist series." She picked out a few Teddy Bear Sunflowers.

With quick, graceful hands, she arranged them into a small bouquet-simple and elegant.

"Van Gogh's Sunflowers," she said into the lens.

She picked up the vase and nodded at her assistant. The camera panned slowly across the room,catching glimpses of the mansion's decor but always returning to Vivian and her flowers.

They moved from the kitchen to the dining area, and then into the living room.

Vivian stopped beneath a massive wedding portrait-Millie and Brandon's.

She set the sunflower bouquet right below it.

"I think it fits perfectly here. Don't you agree?"

Her voice was soft, almost fragile, but her words carried a sharp sting.

The Internet lit up.

"She's bold! Vivian's going straight for Millie!"

"Where's Millie? Does she know what's happening? Someone on-site, quickly connect with Millie!"

"Vivian, Millie's going live too. Dare to link up with her?"

Vivian's assistant began reading some of the comments out loud.

Viewers urged her to go live with Millie.

Vivian gave a pale smile to the camera.

"If that's what everyone wants... I'll doit. Though I worry it might be a bit much for Millie."

Then she turned to her assistant and nodded. They opened MAillie's live feed and sent a connection request.

"Is this really okay?" she asked quietly, her tone uncertain.

Back on Millie's stream, she was mid-introduction.

Millie explained, "There is a printer here. You can print your favorite photo and leave your address. The Elliott Group will keep it for five years, and then send it back to you."

She pointed to the frames-some hidden in flowers, others stored in a capsule labeled "time mailbox."

Just then, Vivian's connection request popped up. Viewers flooded the screen with comments.

"Accept it! What are you scared of? Vivian's ready-don't back down, Milfie!"

"Come on! We want fireworks!"

Millie stood in the middle of the street. People on nearby balconies shouted down.

"Pick it up, Millie! Don't be a coward!"

With a soft chuckle, Millie reached out and accepted the request.

The screen split-and Millie came face to face with Vivian, who stood beneath her old wedding photo.

"MAillie," Vivian said, her voice dripping with sweetness and spite. "What do you think of my flowers? Van Gogh's Sunflowers. Do they suit the photo? Do you like them?"

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Millie to snap.

She only smiled. "I think they're lovely. A perfect match."

Then she looked past the camera and gave a nod.

"I have a surprise too," Millie said, smiling

Her assistant walked over with a large frame, covered in cloth. Curious eyes followed as the camera zoomed in.Millie pulled the cloth away.

Inside was a perfect replica of her wedding photo with Brandon.

She smiled sweetly. "Miss Simpson, I heard you're quite fond of this wedding photo of mine. So, I had a special copy printed just for you."

"Woah! Didn't see that coming!" The crowd on the balconies roared.

Cheers and laughter rang out.

The moment was electric.

Sunlight caught Millie's face just right.

"I know everyone's been dying to hear about me and my ex-husband. You keep pushing, so fine-l'll give you a story," she said.

She lifted the frame and carried it into the sunflowers.

There, she picked up a flower planter and slammed the photo into it.

Golden light danced across her face as the wedding photo stood among the blooms.

Millie turned to the camera, her eyes bright. "Do you like it?" she asked, echoing Vivian's question with a smile.