Chapter 1209:
The whole area was so crowded that traffic slowed to a crawl, with everyone eager for updates.
Out of nowhere, a new crowd appeared—faces hidden under layers of clothing, doing their best to stay unnoticed as they made a beeline for Armstrong Group’s entrance.
A heavy, rapid pounding rattled the conference room door! Inside, Millie and Brea were deep in discussion when the noise erupted.
Brea’s expression tightened.
“Looks like they’re here for me.”
Millie just smiled at Brea.
Brea lifted an eyebrow, returning Millie’s smile with a knowing look.
Catching on right away, Brea let out a soft laugh and signaled to the secretary to open the door.
Meanwhile, inside another conference room, Charles finally wrapped up his review and closed the folder.
“We’re good to go,” he announced, a grin spreading across his face like he’d just remembered a private joke.
Babette, nearly out of patience, leaned in.
“So, are we signing or not?”
Charles was about to answer when—
“Thump!” A dull thump echoed from the hallway.
“There’s been a commotion outside for quite a while. Babette, you chose this venue. Care to explain what’s happening?” Charles glanced around, clearly confused as he accepted the pen from the lawyer.
Babette’s smile only widened as she caught sight of Charles fiddling with the pen, clearly about to make it official.
“It’s nothing important,” Babette replied smoothly.
“Just a little extra drama to keep things lively.”
𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖙: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Really?” Charles arched a brow, looking intrigued.
“If it’s your people, bring them in.”
“Not exactly my people,” Babette replied.
“But let’s let them in anyway.”
With a quick nod, she signaled the secretary, who received the message and opened the door wide.
In an instant, reporters and photographers poured into the room, raising their cameras and firing off questions at lightning speed.
“Mr. Evans, Miss Watson, are you about to sign the deal?”
“Is this the official alliance between Watson Group and Evans Group?”
“Do you have any words for Millie?”
“How did this partnership come about…?”
The questions kept coming, one after another.
But Charles paid no attention to the press, his focus solely on Babette.
Babette met Charles’ gaze from across the table, a look of pure satisfaction lighting up her features.
Charles’ lips curled into a smile.
“Miss Watson, this feels a bit off,” Charles said slowly, twirling the pen between his fingers.
“Why not clear the room and let the media wait outside?”
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