Chapter 449

Chapter 449:
“Mr. Watson, partners from Vascuosia are asking what Millie’s next role will be and how the transition is being managed.”
“There’s more…”
While the tension mounted, a Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up outside the building.
A man stepped out.
His features blended seamlessly with the locals—except for his eyes, which had a faint reddish hue.
Unless you were paying close attention, you wouldn’t notice.
He walked into the building and took the elevator to the meeting room. When he reached the guarded door, the staff member quickly entered to announce his arrival.
Moments later, the doors opened, and the man walked in. “It’s been a while, Brandon.”
At the far end of the table, Brandon’s brow furrowed at the familiar voice. He looked up, his eyes narrowing at the figure now standing in the doorway. Beside him, Babette immediately stepped forward with a welcoming smile. “You’re here, Egbert,” she said, offering a nod.
Egbert acknowledged her with a slight nod of his own. “I saw the news and thought we should talk about our collaboration,” he said, his gaze locking onto Brandon. “You know how that contract came to be in the first place, after all.”
In the meeting room, people exchanged glances, and a ripple of murmurs spread through the group.
“Who is that? Why is he acting so arrogantly?”
“Isn’t he the head of that huge conglomerate from Flesta? I heard that when the Watson Group was struggling to turn things around, they faced serious tech challenges. Then, Mr. Watson and Mrs. Millie flew to Flesta to secure a deal, and the first signature they got was from this guy’s family. That’s when everything started to change for the Watson Group.”
“Oh, I see. The Perez family, right? I’ve heard they’ve got immense influence overseas.”
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“Exactly. Once their contract came through, the other deals followed like dominoes.”
“So that’s what happened…”
As the room buzzed with speculation, Egbert remained silent. His eyes were fixed on Brandon, intense and sharp—like a man who’d clawed his way to the top through fire and blood.
Things in Flesta weren’t the same as here. Guns weren’t illegal, and one didn’t rise to the top of the business world through board meetings and polite handshakes. One got there by surviving.
Finally, Egbert spoke. “No seat for me?” His smile was casual. “When you and Millie came to Flesta, I remember showing great hospitality.”
He lingered on the words, “great hospitality.”
Brandon didn’t flinch. He met Egbert’s gaze head-on, cold and steady. The air between them was thick with tension, each silent exchange sharp and filled with challenge.
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