Chapter 1086:
With those final words, she effectively dismissed the entire gathering.
Standing in a shadowed corner of the room, Casimir held up his phone with the video call function active, providing Babette with a front-row view of the entire confrontation.
“Did you see that performance?” Casimir chuckled. “She’s genuinely impressive. I honestly expected this to escalate into something much messier, but she managed to drive them all out without breaking a sweat.”
Babette’s sneer was audible even through the phone’s speaker. “She’s merely putting on a brave face for the cameras. Let’s see exactly how long she can maintain that façade before it crumbles completely.”
With that dismissive statement, she abruptly ended the video call.
Casimir didn’t take offense at her rudeness. He simply glanced one final time at Millie, carefully stored his phone in his pocket, and turned to make his exit.
The news propagated through social media and business networks with the speed and destructiveness of a wildfire consuming dry timber.
Photographs capturing the chaotic scene outside JM Investments appeared online within minutes, spreading across every major platform.
The Internet exploded with commentary and speculation.
“She acted so ambitious and confident at her grand opening ceremony, and now look at her—teetering on the edge of complete bankruptcy.”
“I said from the very beginning that Millie was nothing more than a pretty face with no real substance. She challenged Vivian publicly about reclaiming the Bennett family assets, but in hindsight, those properties would have been far safer remaining with the Watson Group’s professional management.”
“Exactly! How much time has even passed since she took control? Without the Watson Group’s protection and resources, it won’t take long before she loses absolutely everything! And now she’s dragged poor Charles down with her into this disaster.”
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“An ornamental trophy wife is just that—ornamental. She should have stayed home playing the role of a delicate, dependent spouse instead of pretending she could compete in the business world!”
When Myron stepped outside the Elliott Group headquarters during the lunch hour, he was immediately swarmed by an aggressive mob of paparazzi and journalists who had clearly been lying in wait.
Microphones were thrust toward his face from every direction. Camera flashes created a blinding strobe effect that made it nearly impossible to see. The chaos was overwhelming and deliberately invasive.
“Mr. Elliott, what’s your personal opinion on Millie’s catastrophic investment failure?”
“Mr. Elliott, are you still absolutely determined to marry Millie? Will her investment disaster influence your wedding timeline in any way?”
“Mr. Elliott, do you regret giving Millie permission to pursue investment ventures?”
The questions came in rapid-fire succession, overlapping and competing for his attention. Everyone focused exclusively on him, hungry for any sign of doubt or regret.
Multiple live broadcast cameras captured every micro expression on his face, transmitting the moment to thousands of eager viewers.
Myron was carrying an insulated lunch bag, having planned to share lunch quietly with Millie. Now he found himself carefully shielding the food from the aggressive crowd pressing in around him.
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