Chapter 1223:
Babette’s anger was barely contained, her face flushed with indignation.
She considered forcing her way in, but Taylor stood firm, flanked by security guards on either side. All three of them had their eyes fixed on her now.
Left with no other option, Babette stomped sharply on the tiled floor and spun on her heel, retreating in a huff.
She stormed through the parking lot and climbed into her car.
There was no way she was letting Millie get away with this kind of humiliation.
Whispers about her explosive argument with Charles had already been making the rounds, each video clip drawing snide comments online.
She was a Watson—respected, untouchable. How could people mock her like this?
In her mind, Millie was to blame for it all.
Just then, her phone buzzed against the console.
She picked it up without glancing at the screen.
“What is it?”
A smooth voice replied, “Miss Watson, I wanted to talk to you about the rumors you spread—about the key engineer leaving Yaroslav Technology.”
A chill ran through Babette as she heard those words.
“What are you talking about?” she asked, her voice tight.
A low laugh came from the other end of the line.
“Exactly what I said. How about we talk face-to-face? Maybe I’m recording this call. You wouldn’t want that, would you, Miss Watson?”
Clenching her jaw, Babette glared up at the glowing JM Investments sign above. Rage bubbled in her chest—fierce and blinding.
She longed to yell, to hurl her phone at the pavement and watch it shatter. But this wasn’t the moment to explode. She had to see this through.
Forcing her anger down, she snapped, “Where do you want to meet?”
A new message buzzed onto her screen with the location.
𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 ⲅ𝓪𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈⧸𝓬𝓸𝓶
Babette threw one last hateful look toward the building, then slid behind the wheel and sped off into the afternoon.
Upstairs, Millie stood behind her office window, eyes following Babette’s car as it vanished into the busy street.
Babette had been dogging her steps for months now—relentless and suspicious.
Every time Millie tried to explain, Babette refused to listen, determined to blame her.
Still, Millie could see where the bitterness came from.
She stared at the restless clouds overhead, lost in thought.
Once, when the Bennett family was whole and her father was still alive, Millie herself had lived as recklessly as she pleased. She knew that no matter what happened, her father had always stood behind her.
He might scold her for her mistakes, but when it really counted, she never doubted he’d be there to catch her. She’d never been afraid of anything.
But that part of her life was gone.
A memory of her father tugged at her heart. With a sigh, Millie grabbed her car keys and told Taylor she’d be stepping out for a bit.
She made her way down to the garage and drove through winding streets until she reached the cemetery.
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