Chapter 1328:
Wade motioned to where they sat on the table.
Millie took the lighter, set the note into the ashtray, and watched the flame curl along the edges until it turned to ash. The silent ritual said everything.
Millie offered a quiet smile.
Wade nodded in approval.
By burning the note in his presence, they sealed a quiet pact of trust between them.
After that silent exchange, Wade knew he could deny everything if anyone ever questioned him. There was no evidence. Even if Millie claimed the information had come from him, no one in Crobert would believe her—everyone already knew how much he disliked James, and how often he gave Millie a hard time.
It was a smart move, and Wade was satisfied.
About ten minutes later, Millie left his office, her expression as calm as ever. She nodded politely to the secretary and joined Taylor by the elevator.
Just as they reached the doors, a well-dressed woman stepped out—wearing the latest designer dress and carrying herself with quiet elegance.
One glance at her sharp features was enough for Millie to recognize the family resemblance.
This could only be Wade’s daughter, Kristen.
“Miss Butcher,” Millie greeted with a polite nod.
Kristen gave her a cool once-over.
“Millie,” she replied, her tone measured.
Millie tried to step into the elevator, but the doors slid shut before she could.
With no choice but to wait for the next one, she lingered in the hall.
Kristen didn’t leave either. Instead, she kept studying Millie’s face with curious intensity.
After a moment, Millie turned and asked, “Is there something you need, Miss Butcher?”
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Kristen finally spoke.
“You don’t look much like your father. In fact, you resemble Nicole more.”
A quiet laugh escaped Millie.
“I guess it’s only natural to take after my mom.”
Kristen’s expression remained neutral, but after a pause, she spoke again.
“I heard about the things my dad said at JM Investments. Some of it was out of line. I wanted to apologize on his behalf, and I hope you won’t let it get to you.”
Millie smiled warmly.
“I won’t let it bother me, really.”
The elevator chimed at just the right moment. She gave Kristen a final nod, then stepped inside with Taylor, leaving the hallway behind.
The doors glided shut, and the world outside faded as they descended to the ground floor.
Once she reached her car, Millie slid into the back seat and signaled for the driver and Taylor to give her a moment alone. She pulled a notepad from her bag, wrote down every detail she had just committed to memory, tore out a few extra blank pages, and tucked everything safely away.
Only then did she exhale, letting quiet resolve settle over her as she caught her own eyes in the rearview mirror.
March was coming.
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