Chapter 1060:
Millie’s expression remained composed as she addressed Reuben directly. “Mr. Evans, I believe you’ve already raised the threshold several times in just ten minutes,” she pointed out, her tone measured but firm.
Her eyes moved deliberately between Reuben’s and Babette’s faces, making sure they both understood her next words.
“You provoked me, and I’ve responded appropriately. You applied pressure, and I’ve met that challenge as well. Now, if you’re planning to raise the threshold yet again, I think you should demonstrate some good faith commitment of your own. After all…”
“This is Mr. Carter’s company and his fundraising round we’re discussing. Don’t you agree that’s only fair?”
Reuben let out a low chuckle and turned his attention to Foley. “Very well. Let’s raise the threshold to one hundred and fifty million dollars total. I’ll personally commit eighty million of the three hundred million you’re attempting to raise.”
Babette looked like she wanted to say something, but eventually held her tongue, while Foley’s face lit up with obvious delight at this unexpected turn of events.
At least now he had some solid financial commitment secured, regardless of how this standoff with Millie resolved.
He looked at Millie expectantly, his expression making it clear he was hoping she could match this challenge.
Millie’s smile widened slightly as she turned back to her device. “Alright, then.”
Within moments, everyone in the room watched as she brought up another account screen on the projection.
“There’s your additional fifty million,” Millie announced calmly. “Is that sufficient, Mr. Evans, or should we continue this game?”
The screen clearly displayed another account—this time unmistakably Millie’s personal banking information.
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One of the assistants standing behind Babette immediately spoke up, her voice sharp with suspicion. “But that’s your personal account, not the company’s. Surely that doesn’t count toward the business verification, does it?”
Taylor whirled around to face the woman, her voice cutting through the room like a whip. “This is an unexpected last-minute increase in requirements that nobody agreed to initially! The JM Investments account already had sufficient funds to meet the original threshold. And all of you previously agreed that we would simply verify by looking at the account balances. You can’t change the rules now just because you don’t like the results.”
Her pointed words left the assistant unable to formulate any coherent response.
Babette’s expression darkened with displeasure at being called out so directly.
This time, she didn’t even wait for Reuben to take the lead before speaking up for herself. “Well then, what if we were to raise the requirement once more—”
Before Babette could complete her sentence, Millie rapped her knuckles sharply against the polished conference table, the sound commanding everyone’s immediate attention.
“How much higher would you like to raise it this time?” Millie asked, her voice deceptively calm. “Another fifty million? Should we make it an even two hundred million? Or perhaps you’d prefer three hundred million?”
A sardonic laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. “Tell me honestly—is this really necessary? What exactly are you trying to prove here?”
Reuben’s voice was cold as he responded. “Whether it’s necessary or not isn’t your concern. The only question that matters is whether you actually have access to the funds you claim.”
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