Chapter 1013:
And Millie was one of those invitees.
After signing in, she entered the venue. It was sparsely populated. Normally, top executives would have companies approaching them for investment opportunities. Millie’s presence as an invited guest was an achievement in itself, considering her firm had only just launched.
“Miss Bennett!”
“Millie, you’re here too!”
“I didn’t expect you to be interested in robotics.”
Millie exchanged greetings one by one. Her interest in robotics was genuine; she had been following developments in the field long before divorcing Brandon. Back then, however, most people had dismissed her as ornamental and paid little attention to her business decisions.
After a round of polite conversation, she toured a few booths before the main session began.
As everyone settled into their seats, the conference opened with a series of companies presenting their latest breakthroughs. Millie and Taylor listened closely from the audience.
Meanwhile, at the Watson Group headquarters, Babette sat in the main conference room, listening to reports when her phone buzzed with a message.
“Guess who I just saw at the conference?”
Babette typed back, “Who?”
“Millie. I didn’t expect her here. I knew she had an interest in robotics, but I thought it was just talk. Wonder who invited her.”
Babette’s eyes narrowed.
She glanced at Brandon, who was calmly overseeing the day’s meeting, apparently unaware of the news.
𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝗵𝓮𝗿𝗲: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Thinking quickly, she replied, “Keep an eye on her. I want to know exactly what she’s doing. I’ll head over once this meeting wraps up.”
As a Watson, Babette didn’t really need an invitation for such a small industry event.
“Got it,” came the reply.
Time dragged.
“Here we go,” Taylor murmured to Millie.
Millie nodded slightly, still studying the booklet in her hand while her tablet filled with real-time updates from her team.
Onstage, the dark horse of the day stepped forward to present.
“This is our newest development,” the founder said, smiling with quiet pride. The robot’s eyes flicked open. Its movements, while still a bit stiff, no longer triggered the unsettling “uncanny valley” effect.
As the founder described the innovation, Taylor’s fingers flew across her device, sending rapid-fire messages to their company.
The competitor’s sudden debut had been tightly guarded until this very moment. Fresh data streamed to Millie’s tablet, her team working like a well-oiled machine, anticipating her needs without a word.
She studied the figures and watched the demonstration, unaware of a pair of eyes tracking her every move. Someone nearby was already texting another contact. “There’s a dark horse today, and Millie seems very interested. I’ll send the details.”
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