Chapter 1252:
She watched him, more puzzled than ever, then glanced toward the door where Babette had vanished. A faint sense of unease prickled at her.
After a moment, Millie quietly pulled out her phone and dialed a number, her gaze still fixed on the hallway.
Down the corridor, Babette marched until she was far from the conference room. She didn’t answer until the call was nearly about to time out.
“I’m busy—what do you want?” she snapped into the phone.
“Babette,” Byrum shouted, his voice tight with anger, “are you hiding something from me?”
“Hiding? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Babette replied, her voice suddenly thin and defensive.
Byrum’s patience snapped. Fury pulsed through every word.
Thank goodness he’d had the sense to dig around. If he hadn’t, he never would’ve uncovered the full extent of Babette’s reckless, vindictive schemes.
Tracking her rapid sale of overseas assets right when copper prices spiked had led him deeper—straight to the secrets she’d buried within the Watson Group.
Brandon had managed to step in, saving her from complete disaster. The worst losses were supposed to be averted.
But that only made Byrum wonder if she’d bled even more money somewhere else.
So he kept digging—until the whole truth surfaced.
Desperate to prove herself, Babette had secretly dipped into the funds she’d raised from others, gambling on risky trades until she wiped out every cent.
To save face, she lied about her supposed profits and quietly unloaded her overseas assets, praying no one would notice the truth.
When Byrum finally pieced it together, his temper broke—he’d practically leapt out of his seat, too furious to stay still.
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No wonder she’d kept stalling on the compensation he demanded. If she sold off anything else, every watchdog in the city would take notice.
And for someone like Babette—someone who lived for her spotless reputation as a Watson—disgrace was worse than losing everything. She would rather default on her debts than admit she’d failed.
At this point, Byrum’s only weapon was the threat of exposing her secrets.
He briefly considered going to Brandon—but Brandon was out of the country and unreachable.
As he weighed his next move, another message from a friend landed like a punch.
“Babette’s about to blow up Yaroslav Technology. Remember how she promised you that you could buy back Yaroslav’s shares for thirty million? Byrum, she’s definitely setting you up. If you fall for it, you’ll lose the money and get dragged down with Yaroslav. She’s digging your grave, not hers!”
Hearing that, Byrum hurled his phone across the room in rage. If he let Babette ruin his shot at Yaroslav a second time, his family would never let him live it down. He’d be the laughingstock of everyone.
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