Chapter 1244:

Only the sound of distant engines filled the parking garage as she waited.

Then—

A sharp knock on her window made her jump.

Millie glanced up and spotted Foley outside, his face etched with tension.

She quickly hit the trunk release so he could toss in his bags.

A moment later, Foley settled into the back seat beside her.

“Take us to Yaroslav Technology,” Millie instructed the driver, who also served as their bodyguard.

The car rumbled to life and pulled out of the lot.

As soon as the partition slid up, Foley wasted no time firing off questions.

Millie reached over and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Charles and Myron are already digging into the regulatory mess. You can count on them. Plus, Adriana is helping Spencer hold down the fort at Yaroslav, so don’t worry too much.”

Some of the tension left Foley’s shoulders, though worry still lingered in his eyes.

As the city blurred by, his phone began to ring.

He glanced at the caller ID, a flicker of irritation crossing his face—until he froze, staring at the screen.

“What’s going on?” Millie asked softly.

“It’s Babette,” Foley answered, baffled.

Millie nodded and motioned for him to pick up.

He put the call on speaker.

“What is it you want?” Foley asked, his voice sharp.

Babette’s voice came through, cool and controlled.

“This is Babette Watson. I want to discuss the Yaroslav shares with you. We need to meet.”

“I don’t have time for this, Miss Watson,” Foley replied, his tone clipped.

𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵: 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗆

“I really can’t spare a minute.”

“You’re busy managing Yaroslav’s crisis, right?” Babette countered, a note of amusement edging her voice.

“Trust me, what I need to discuss is about Yaroslav too.”

Foley shot Millie a questioning look.

She met his eyes and quickly typed a message on her phone, then angled the screen so he could see: “Meet at Yaroslav.”

Foley gave a brisk nod.

“I just landed. If you want to talk, meet me at Yaroslav Technology. That’s the only place I’ll be today.”

“Agreed,” Babette replied, her voice tinged with quiet satisfaction.

The call ended with a faint click.

Yellow tunnel lights flickered across the car as they drove beneath the city.

Millie glanced over at Foley.

“Millie…” He started to speak, but she cut in softly.

“Foley, I’m afraid all this chaos is my fault.”

Realization dawned on Foley quickly. A cold chuckle escaped him as he looked down at his phone.

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