Chapter 1185:
The remaining faction finally let out a collective breath.
They huddled together, faces tense, gathering around Jose.
“What’s our move now, Mr. Grant?”
“Is there still a chance we can pry those shares from Millie?” Someone snatched up the scattered documents and handed them over to Jose.
“What’s our move?” Jose’s lips curled into a menacing grin, his voice tight and cold.
“Don’t worry about Millie,” Jose scoffed.
“She’s shown her hand by agreeing to negotiate. That means she’s weak! She’s only twenty-five. Does she seriously think she’s a match for me?”
The group exchanged wary glances, then nodded, clearly placing their hopes on Jose.
“We’re counting on you, Mr. Grant!”
Meanwhile, Millie, who had been waiting for what felt like forever, finally saw Myron’s name light up her phone.
Millie pressed the button to answer.
“Myron,” Millie greeted, her voice steady.
“It’s done,” Myron replied, his tone warm.
“Swing by later. Jose and the others are expecting you.”
A faint smile touched Millie’s lips.
“Alright, I’ll head over soon.” This was the move she and Myron had mapped out well in advance.
She had been counting down to this moment for ages.
Elliott Group’s conference room.
Millie arched an eyebrow as she swung the door open.
“Quite the turnout,” she said with an amused grin.
Taylor glanced inside, confirming the crowd. The place was jam-packed.
At that moment, someone grabbed the door handle.
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝘦𝗅𝘀⧸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
Millie glanced over and saw Myron standing there.
“Exactly. Looks like Jose wanted an audience for this one,” Myron said, motioning her in.
“He thought this matter deserved extra attention.” Myron finished with a light shrug.
They exchanged a quick look of understanding, and Millie immediately caught on.
Jose figured Millie’s young age would make her an easy target, so he stacked the room with his people. The plan? Drown her out, put her under the spotlight, and pressure her into caving. Jose overheard their exchange and only let out a derisive laugh. To him, any scheme was fair game if it meant getting his hands on Yaroslav Technology’s shares.
Meanwhile, Millie and Myron took their seats at the table.
“Myron’s already brought me up to speed on your views. Why don’t we get started?” Millie offered, her smile perfectly polite. But that civility wasn’t enough for everyone in the room.
Jose didn’t waste a second before pushing back.
“This is Elliott Group. You don’t get to make the rules here.”
“That’s right. And enough with the playful ‘Myron’ stuff in a boardroom. Maybe try showing some professional respect,” added a bearded man, his tone sharp.
Millie’s smile didn’t falter. In fact, it grew even more serene.
She shut the folder in front of her and spoke up.
“Let’s get something clear. I was raised to be polite and respectful, but let’s not forget, you’re the ones here who want something from me.”
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