Chapter 1072:
It had only been his mother’s illness that had shaken his resolve, but now, that too was being resolved.
Soon after, the company’s legal team arrived to prepare for the contract signing.
After reviewing the contract and requesting a few final revisions, Millie signed her name with steady confidence.
Charles followed without hesitation, his signature sealing his seventy-five million dollar commitment to the deal.
When both were done, Millie and Charles exchanged a brief, meaningful glance.
Their part was complete, while Reuben’s and Babette’s legal representatives were still tangled in discussion with Foley’s legal team.
Babette watched Millie and Charles sign, her smile widening. She turned her head slightly toward Reuben, who gave a discreet nod.
Then Babette pressed a button on her phone.
A moment later, the conference room doors burst open. A man stumbled in, breathless and pale, startling everyone inside.
“What’s going on?” Babette asked immediately.
“Miss Watson, terrible news!” the man shouted. “I just got word—and I don’t know if there’s still time! You must not sign that contract!”
“What happened?” Babette asked, appearing alarmed. “We just finalized everything and are about to sign.”
“Yaroslav Technology’s key technician is leaving. The company has no growth potential—this contract cannot be signed!” the person said loudly.
Foley’s complexion turned ghostly white.
“Is that true?” Babette gasped, spinning toward Foley with a perfect display of outrage. “Mr. Carter, how dare you deceive us! You’ve misled everyone in this room!” Her tone cut through the air like a blade. “We’re not signing this sham of a deal. We’re done here!”
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Babette jumped to her feet, signaling for her team to start packing. She looked ready to walk out.
Reuben, who had been about to sign, quietly set his pen down.
“Mr. Carter, how could you do this to us?” Reuben asked sharply. “Something this important should have been discussed beforehand.”
“Oh, no, no—it’s not what you think!” Foley rushed to explain, his voice flustered. “There’s no problem with our technician! It’s just a misunderstanding. He hasn’t left, and he is not going to, I swear!”
Reuben sneered. “You expect me to believe that? You hid this critical piece of information from us. I’m not signing anything.” He tossed the pen aside.
Other investors present had already heard whispers from Babette’s team during the break, but they hadn’t been sure. Now, seeing Foley’s panic and Reuben’s confidence, they were finally convinced.
“Foley, how could you lie to us?”
“Thank heavens we didn’t invest today!”
“Shameful behavior!”
The room buzzed with outrage, yet all their gratitude turned toward Babette.
“Miss Watson, thank you! You saved us!”
“Yes, thank you, Miss Watson.”
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