Chapter 1245:
“I never would’ve guessed that the famous Babette Watson could be so underhanded and spiteful,” he said.
He tucked his phone away.
“Let her come. I never believed she could keep all the strings in her hands.”
Sunlight poured in as the car left the tunnel, the road ahead shining beneath a wide blue sky.
Millie fixed her gaze on the passing scenery.
Was Babette acting on her own, or did Brandon know and give her permission?
Millie remembered her last conversation with Brandon at the cemetery. Had he warned Babette at all, like she’d asked? And was he tied up in this mess behind the scenes?
She had no answers.
Her grip tightened around her phone as they pulled up in front of Yaroslav Technology’s gleaming headquarters.
“You should take a minute to freshen up,” Millie said to Foley.
“I’ll wait out here.”
The exhaustion of long travel still clung to him, so Foley nodded and headed inside without complaint.
Millie stayed in the car, parked near the entrance to the garage—a spot where she could watch every vehicle that came and went. Her gaze stayed fixed on the steady flow of traffic.
It wasn’t long before Babette’s car rolled into view.
Her window was down, and Babette, seated behind the wheel, wore a dazzling smile as she chatted breezily through her Bluetooth earpiece. She paid no attention to who might be watching from the shadows.
Inside her car, Babette’s voice remained smooth and confident as she spoke to Byrum.
Babette pulled into a space with practiced ease.
“You don’t need to worry,” she assured him, her smile never slipping.
𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝖼𝗈𝗆
“I’ll make sure this deal goes through. I promised you, didn’t I?”
Everything was moving quickly—she knew Yaroslav’s crisis hadn’t reached the rumor mill yet. As far as Byrum was concerned, she was simply bargaining to avoid paying twice the going rate for those shares.
Eager to keep her real plans hidden for now, Babette ended the call before he could probe any further.
Her engine idled quietly in the parking lot.
To Babette, it all seemed to be falling neatly into place. For once, even luck appeared to be working in her favor.
She stepped out, closed the door behind her, and strolled toward Yaroslav’s entrance, humming as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Back in his own office, Byrum frowned at his phone after the abrupt end of the call.
A new message flashed onto his screen.
“Word is Babette has unloaded a chunk of her overseas assets. No one knows the reason.”
Unloaded a chunk of her overseas assets? What could Babette possibly gain from that? Wasn’t the Watson Group thriving? Everyone in Crobert knew the Watsons stood at the top of the business world, and Babette herself was the face of their next generation—so why sell her assets? Even more curious, why all the secrecy?
During his last meeting with Babette, Byrum had already caught a whiff of something off.
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