Chapter 1272:

Babette flung her phone to the floor, smashing it to pieces.

The ringing stopped at last.

“Millie! It has to be Millie!” she screamed, her eyes red with rage. Her polished image was gone for good, her name reduced to a punchline.

“I’ll make you pay for this!” She shoved aside her secretary, who tried handing her a replacement phone, and stormed out.

At the reception, an employee tried to stop her.

“Miss Watson, you damaged the conference room. We need to discuss—”

“Get out of my way!” Babette barked.

Even the mere sound of “Miss Watson” now sounded like a cruel joke. Her anger boiled over.

It had to be Millie’s doing.

She stormed through the building, searching every corner of Yaroslav Technology.

Through a window, she finally spotted Millie heading toward the parking lot.

Millie looked relaxed, chatting with her companions after a long morning. The issue was finally settled, and they were planning a dinner together to celebrate.

Then a furious voice cut through the air.

“Millie!”

Millie turned instinctively.

“Smack!”

The sharp sound echoed. Her cheek burned.

“Babette!”

“What’s wrong with you?”

The group had been caught off guard, but then Adriana and Charles screamed at the same time.

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Myron had gone to fetch his car, so he wasn’t nearby when it happened. Adriana quickly grabbed Babette’s arm while Charles stepped protectively in front of Millie.

“You evil woman! You destroyed my life! You ruined everything! Why shouldn’t I hit you?” Babette screamed.

Charles’ face darkened.

“You’ve lost your mind!”

He couldn’t stop the slap from reaching Millie’s face in time, and he blamed himself for it.

Millie touched her cheek, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She looked at Babette—wild, trembling, and consumed by hate. She’d tried to stay civil, to maintain peace between herself and the Watson Group. But this slap ended it all.

Pushing Charles gently aside, she stepped forward.

“I saw the posts,” Millie said calmly.

“But I wasn’t the one who spread them. And besides…” Her gaze sharpened.

“You did this yourself. The truth just came to light. If you couldn’t handle the fallout, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

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