Chapter 1222:
She preferred it sooner because she needed her piece of the Elliott Group, and she was ready to claim it.
Jose searched for a comeback, but came up empty. He was completely outmaneuvered.
Everything unfolded just as Millie had predicted. If anyone wanted those shares, they would have to come to her. There was simply no way around it.
But Jose and his allies still hoped they could force her hand, scheming to use guilt and marriage ties to get what they wanted for nothing.
Too bad Millie wasn’t the kind to fall for tricks like that.
Even Myron stood firmly in her corner, making it impossible for Jose’s side to play any underhanded games.
Bathed in the cool hallway light, Millie and Jose stood face to face. She remained poised and unfazed, while frustration twisted his features.
At last, Jose spat out his words, jaw clenched tight.
“Fine, Millie! I see I’ve underestimated you.”
A bright, amused laugh escaped her lips.
“Glad you finally noticed.”
Jose’s tone turned sour.
“Don’t think you’ve won. This was just one round. Once you step foot in the Elliott Group, things will be different. I’ll be waiting for the day you slip up.”
Millie’s gaze dropped for a second, landing on the pen Jose had dropped in his agitation.
She bent, retrieved it, and slipped it back into his breast pocket with a steady hand.
“Then I suppose we’re both waiting to see what happens next,” she said, her smile never wavering.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Without another word, Millie swept past Jose and strode toward the entrance of JM Investments, her voice ringing out behind her.
𝕄𝖆𝗂𝗇 𝖈𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝗘𝗗 at galn𝗈v𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“Taylor, please show our guest the way out.”
Her heels clicked sharply against the tile, each step echoing her confidence as she disappeared down the corridor.
Taylor turned to Jose with a polite but firm smile.
“This way, Mr. Grant.”
Jose responded with a dismissive snort, gathering his entourage and stalking off.
Back in her office, Millie finally let herself sink into her chair, fingertips massaging her temples to ease the ache left by too many battles in too little time.
Almost unconsciously, her hand drifted to the blue diamond resting at her throat.
Her thoughts flickered to her father.
She closed her fist around the pendant, drawing strength from its weight.
Quitting was not an option.
Minutes later, Taylor stepped inside.
“Millie, Babette’s here and wants to see you. Should I let her in?”
Millie shook her head, not bothering to look up. She had no intention of subjecting herself to Babette’s inevitable tirade.
Taylor took the cue immediately.
“Got it. I’ll take care of it.”
Out in the hallway, Babette’s frustration only grew. She had marched in ready to unleash her fury on Millie, only to be turned away at the door.
The nerve—how could Millie dare keep her waiting outside?
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