Chapter 465:
“Don’t even bring it up,” Charles grumbled. “Brandon is unreal, so obsessed with Vivian. Why doesn’t he just tattoo her name across his forehead?” Millie smiled.
Charles had always been emotional and impulsive, but he was loyal. No matter what happened, he stood by his friends. Listening to his rant lightened her mood.
When he finally paused, she changed the subject.
“I need your help with something,” she said.
“Just say the word,” Charles replied at once.
She hesitated for a second, then explained, “Tomorrow, I want you to watch the Evans family closely—especially Oakley’s financial movements.”
“Why him?” Charles asked.
“Oakley’s involved in all sorts of things. He invests across the board, and he’s never tried to hide it.”
“I know. It’s just one possibility I’m watching. I’ll explain later,” she said.
“All right. I’ll keep an eye out,” Charles replied, sitting up. He knew Millie didn’t act without reason. Moreover, he was fed up with Oakley’s scheming. Lately, it seemed like the man was constantly setting traps just for him. It was time to strike back.
Charles narrowed his eyes. “Oakley, if you cross the line…” he muttered to himself.
After ending the call, Millie reviewed her plans and notes before heading to bed. Sleep wouldn’t come easily for many tonight.
All over the city, different forces were on the move. Crobert’s three major players were holding emergency meetings, and smaller groups were also maneuvering behind the scenes.
Brandon was wrapping up final communications, locking in agreements, and preparing contingency plans for the morning. Even if the stock price dropped, as long as partners stayed, the prenuptial terms held, and product quality remained, Watson Group might still recover.
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The scandal was personal. The foundation of the company was sound.
At dawn, Brandon stood by the window in his office. He rubbed his temples, drained. It had been a long time since he felt this worn out.
When Millie was still around, he felt like he could do anything. No matter how hard the day, he believed things would turn out fine.
Now, he could still do what needed to be done. But the spark was gone. She wasn’t here. Neither was the coffee she used to make for him.
He closed his eyes. His right hand curled into a fist.
He told himself that she would come back. Once this storm passed, once everything was under control, she would return.
Everything would go back to how it was.
As morning broke, the city held its breath. Everyone was watching the stock market.
Millie had dropped Ari off at kindergarten and now sat in front of her computer, waiting. Charles quietly passed instructions to his team, initiating a set of targeted moves.
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