Chapter 1229:
“Absolutely!”
“But what’s giving Yaroslav this unstoppable momentum? Is it just the new tech breakthrough?”
“Isn’t that enough? Even TT can’t afford to stay on the sidelines. Yaroslav’s current capabilities put them at the forefront of the next big wave—and that’s not even the whole story.”
“What’s the catch? What else are they hiding?” voices demanded, the excitement palpable.
The man milked the attention for a moment before flashing a sly grin.
“I’ve heard there’s a secret at Yaroslav that’ll send their valuation to the moon.”
“What secret?”
He only smiled, savoring the anticipation.
“Something that’ll take their worth to heights nobody’s ever seen before.”
“I heard Spencer flew back to the country ahead of schedule,” someone murmured, leaning in with a knowing look.
“Right now, Foley’s the only one still brokering deals overseas.”
“So you think there’s something going on here?”
“Think about it. Why else would Spencer rush home unless something big is brewing back in Crobert?”
Heads bobbed around the circle, the theory settling in quickly. It was only speculation, but it sounded convincing enough.
While these quiet conversations buzzed in the background, a far grander scene was unfolding elsewhere.
At a discreet, tastefully appointed club, Crobert’s true power players were assembling.
There was Napier, Brea, Adkins, and a parade of representatives from the McCoy, Smith, and Graves families—almost a full deck of Crobert’s elite.
Officially, the gathering was nothing more than a friendly catch-up. Wine glasses were in hand, and casual games of cards were at the ready.
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The Elliott Group’s presence was marked by Helga. Myron’s father had long since passed, leaving her as the family’s senior figure.
But the Watson Group’s table was conspicuously empty.
“Derek’s back in the hospital,” Nixon McCoy said, noting the empty chair.
“He hasn’t been doing well lately.”
Brea took a thoughtful sip, her eyes distant.
“That’s hardly new. He’s always been frail. Back when Brandon married Millie, it seemed like he perked up for a while, but since then… well.”
Napier, studying his chessboard, chimed in.
“No kidding. The divorce nearly broke both Derek and his wife.”
The mention of Millie sparked curiosity in Nixon’s face. He turned to Helga, offering a gentle smile.
“Helga, is it true Millie’s about to marry Myron?”
Helga, impeccable in a jade-green dress, returned his smile, set her wineglass down, and inclined her head gracefully.
“Of course. It should be very soon now,” Helga said easily.
“Myron has already ordered a custom wedding”
Her words flowed over the room like a warm toast, embracing everyone at the table.
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