Chapter 1266:
In another frame, Helga’s face appeared, equally serious.
Derek wanted to say he knew nothing about this. But what good would that do? Everything that had happened had been done in the Watson family’s name.
His hands clenched into fists.
“I’ll handle this,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You’ll get a proper explanation soon.”
He ended the call the moment the words left his mouth.
He couldn’t bear to stay on another second—his face burned with shame.
He snatched up his phone and immediately called Babette.
No answer.
His frustration boiled over. He coughed hard, his chest tightening with anger.
Unwilling to give up, he called her secretary instead. This time, the line connected at once.
“Where is Babette?” Derek barked.
“Miss Watson went to Yaroslav Technology and hasn’t returned yet,” came the quick reply.
“Find her and tell her to get back home immediately!” Derek ordered.
“Yes, sir!” The secretary didn’t dare hesitate.
After hanging up, Derek doubled over again, coughing violently. Norma rushed to his side, patting his back and signaling for the concierge doctor.
“You’ll kill yourself with anger,” she said, worried.
“How can I not be furious?” Derek rasped, struggling to catch his breath.
“I’ve lost every shred of dignity! Who knows what people are saying behind my back—about me, about our entire family!”
And indeed, that was exactly what the others in the video call were doing.
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“This was amateurish—crushed within hours. Derek really is past his prime.”
“Agreed. Back when Napier, Hilton, and Derek ruled Crobert together, nothing like this ever happened.”
“Still, it looks like Derek truly didn’t know. I wonder who actually made the move.”
“Whoever it was, it shows how chaotic things are inside the Watson family.”
“Napier, what do you think?” someone asked.
Napier gave a cold snort.
“Nothing to say for now. Let’s see how Derek cleans this up.” He paused, his expression unreadable.
“But I’d like to know who’s really targeting the Evans family.”
They didn’t have to wait long for an answer. Byrum had already dropped a bomb—a PDF document that spread like wildfire among the elite.
With Yaroslav Technology already in the spotlight and Babette’s name attached to the scandal, public curiosity exploded.
Within minutes, the PDF was everywhere—flooding private chats and then spilling onto every major social media platform.
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