Chapter 1126:

Babette, on the other hand, took every word as an insult. “Millie! Don’t get too full of yourself. You only won this time because of sheer luck,” Babette snapped.

“Is that so?” Millie replied, her smile faint but steady.

“Yes!” Babette shot back, her tone sharp.

“Alright then. Let’s call it luck,” Millie said, her smile unfaltering. “We’ll see if luck stays on my side next time.”

Babette bit her lip, unable to find a retort.

The two stood in silence until Babette’s phone rang, snapping her out of her anger.

Millie glanced at the phone and said quietly, “I should be going.”

As she passed Babette, she stopped for a moment, speaking without turning around. “Babette, I’ve said this before—there’s no real conflict between us. I’m not your enemy. You made me one.”

She continued walking, her voice calm yet firm. “You should learn to control your temper. Maybe someday, when you look back, you’ll see things differently.”

Without waiting for a reply, Millie walked away. Babette’s furious shouts followed her down the hall.

Babette stood trembling, her face pale with anger.

Who did Millie think she was to lecture her like that?

It was just luck—nothing more.

Babette clenched her fists, refusing to believe Millie could keep winning.

This was Crobert, after all, where the Watson Group dominated the top three corporations, especially in the tech sector. How could Yaroslav Technology possibly compete?

And JM Investments? It was barely worth mentioning.

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Even though Spencer had declined her invitation, Babette was sure that once the Watson Group started applying pressure, Yaroslav Technology would have no choice but to bow.

Everyone thought Brandon’s withdrawal of investments was a simple financial move—a response to falling profits. No one knew the truth.

And no one suspected Babette’s involvement.

If she quietly sold off a few overseas assets and paid off the loans, no one would ever know anything.

That was it—she hadn’t lost yet.

Meanwhile, Millie returned to the private room.

“Sorry, I took a while,” she said to Anika. “I ran into Babette in the restroom.”

“Did she cause trouble?” Anika asked.

Millie shook her head. “She seemed a little off today.”

Anika rolled her eyes with a teasing smile. “Of course she’d be in a bad mood after seeing you.”

Millie laughed.

“True enough,” she said, smiling.

They soon drifted into other topics, and before long, their meal came to an end.

When it was time to leave, Myron arrived to pick Millie up.

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