Chapter 1242:
She ignored the gesture.
Without another word, Babette shot to her feet, snatched up her purse, and strode out of the room.
He watched her disappear, then fished out his phone and made a quick call. The line barely rang before someone answered.
“Byrum? You need something?”
“I want you to dig into Babette Watson’s overseas holdings,” Byrum said, eyes lingering on the empty doorway.
“Figure out what she’s been up to.”
There was a pause on the other end.
“What for?”
“Don’t know for sure myself yet. Just handle it. Maybe we’ll find something interesting.”
“Fine, but you owe me dinner for this,” the man replied with a laugh.
Byrum gave a short laugh of his own.
“You got it.”
He ended the call and took one last look at the hallway, but Babette was nowhere in sight.
Meanwhile, Babette stalked through the parking garage.
Byrum wanted compensation? He wanted Yaroslav shares?
She would tear Yaroslav apart herself. If she managed to burn it all down, then Byrum and Millie could watch it collapse with her.
Only when the ashes settled would she finally be free of this nightmare.
From now on, anyone bold enough to ask her for Yaroslav shares would find out just how ruthless she could be.
She gripped the steering wheel so tightly her fingers ached.
“Millie, don’t blame me for what comes next,” she muttered through clenched teeth.
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“You brought this on yourself. Every bit of it is your fault!”
Meanwhile…
A restless feeling crept over Millie, as if the atmosphere itself had shifted around her.
She glanced at the window, noticing that the once-bright sky had turned heavy with thick, rolling clouds.
A sense of dread pressed in, telling her trouble was on its way.
Turning away from the gloom outside, she composed herself.
Whatever came next, she would stand her ground.
Suddenly, she remembered the odd message Helga had sent earlier.
She picked up her phone and dialed.
Helga answered and launched into a quick retelling of everything that had happened at the club the other night.
“I put all my chips on you, Millie,” Helga said, her tone full of warmth.
“I have faith you’ll win!”
After the call ended, Millie fell quiet.
She wandered over to the tall window and gazed down at the endless snarl of traffic below.
Were the early warnings already there, just waiting to be noticed?
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