Chapter 1199:
A moment later, Millie saw Babette’s window slide down, her face coming into view.
Babette leaned out and knocked on the glass of Millie’s car window.
Millie hit the switch, lowering her window so she could lock eyes with Babette.
“Miss Watson, your safety always comes first while driving. That’s non-negotiable,” Millie said, her tone measured.
Babette’s response was a chilly laugh.
“Don’t worry about me. I’m actually in a fantastic mood right now.”
Millie offered no reply, her gaze locked straight ahead. Babette grinned, her voice mocking.
“Did you race over just because I had lunch with Charles?”
Refusing to bite, Millie glanced toward the curb.
“If you have something to say, get to the point. Otherwise, let us through.”
But Babette only laughed louder.
“Tell me, Millie, what’s it like being someone else’s chess piece?” Babette leaned even closer to the window, craning to catch any flicker of emotion on Millie’s face.
Millie didn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer.
“Pulled you over just to catch the look on your face when you finally realize you’ve been played.” Babette smirked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
“Honestly, watching that moment is the highlight of my night.”
A sudden laugh slipped out of Millie.
Babette’s tone turned biting.
“Something funny? Are you seriously laughing at how clueless you’ve been?”
Millie lifted her eyes, studying Babette.
The city behind them buzzed with nightlife—skyscrapers glowing, headlights weaving through the neon haze. Babette looked every inch the Watson family.
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“I’m laughing because I feel like it. That’s reason enough,” Millie shot her a half-smile.
Babette scoffed.
“That’s your answer?”
“It is.” Millie’s gaze cut to Babette again.
“Babette, maybe try minding your own life for once. You spend too much time worrying about mine. You might just lose your way.”
Babette rolled her eyes, not missing a beat.
“Oh, you want me to back off from Yaroslav Technology? Keep dreaming.” Babette’s lip curled.
“Face it, Millie. Your lucky days are done.”
Right then, Babette flashed Millie a mocking grin, slammed her car into reverse with a screech, and took off down the street. Millie’s eyes stayed glued to the rearview mirror, tracking Babette’s taillights until they vanished around the bend. Her expression didn’t give away a thing.
“Miss Bennett?” the driver prompted quietly.
Dropping her gaze, Millie snapped out of it.
“Take me to the restaurant,” Millie directed.
The car rolled up to the entrance, and Millie immediately intercepted Charles as he stepped out.
“We need to talk,” Millie said bluntly.
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