Chapter 1288:

After a soothing shower, Millie changed into soft pajamas and curled up on her bed. Her eyelids fluttered—once, twice—and she drifted off before she even realized she’d fallen asleep.

Meanwhile, Nicole accepted the cake from Leda, who immediately mentioned Millie’s injury.

“Oh my! Who would hurt her like that?” Leda exclaimed.

“You must be so upset!”

But Nicole only stared at the dessert in her hands, silent and lost in thought.

Night settled heavily over the city.

At the airport, a plane eased through the darkness and glided across the tarmac before finally rolling to a complete stop. When the cabin door swung open, Brandon stepped out first, his assistant following close behind.

He still looked worn out from the trip, but he moved with purpose.

“Mr. Watson!”

Eugene had been waiting for hours. The moment he spotted Brandon, he hurried over, waving the sign he’d been holding.

Brandon gave him a brief nod while his assistant handled the luggage cart. They made their way through the thinning crowd and reached the parking lot.

They had just settled into the car, the engine humming to life, when a sleek black Bentley swerved in front of them, cutting off their exit.

The tinted window slid down. Myron’s calm, unreadable face appeared in the dim glow. He turned his head slowly, his eyes locking on Brandon.

Brandon’s jaw tightened.

“Let’s talk,” Myron said.

Brandon didn’t refuse.

“All right.”

They moved to a quieter corner of the lot.

Behind them, their assistants and bodyguards hung back—stiff and alert—watching each other as if one wrong move might set everything off.

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“What do you want to talk about?” Brandon asked at last, after a brief silence.

Myron studied him.

“So your leg’s healed,” Myron said.

“You’re walking normally again.”

Brandon answered with a small nod.

“Did you hear about what Babette did?” Myron asked.

Brandon met Myron’s eyes.

“I’ll talk to her.”

Myron let out a short, humorless laugh.

The green glow from a nearby “Emergency Exit” sign washed over them, making the shadows around them feel heavier.

“And how exactly are you planning to talk to her?” Myron pressed.

Brandon remembered the reports he’d seen overseas about the chaos Babette had stirred up.

“I’ll take her off her duties at Watson Group and have her step back for a while,” he said.

“That’s it?” Myron’s stare cut straight through him.

Brandon didn’t reply, but his silence said everything: What more do you want me to do?

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