Chapter 1105
Chapter 1105:
“When did you become this person?” Brandon’s disappointment was clear in every word. “If you want to win against someone, then win through superior skill and strategy. Spreading vicious rumors only destroys your own character and reputation p>
“But—” Babette tried to protest. She genuinely believed there had to be something shady going on. Why else would Foley consistently take Millie’s side and speak up for her so often? There had to be some hidden connection between them.
After all, Millie always seemed to know exactly how to wrap men around her finger. What other explanation could there possibly be?
However, since Brandon had spoken so directly, Babette forced herself to swallow the rest of her thoughts.
Brandon could read every accusation written across Babette’s face, but he deliberately chose not to call her out on them explicitly.
He maintained his composure, refusing to let emotion cloud his judgment.
“I’m going to warn you one final time. Stop pursuing this vendetta. Millie is not the simple opponent you’ve convinced yourself she is,” Brandon said firmly.
“I refuse to stop,” Babette declared stubbornly.
“Fine, then.” Brandon gave a slight nod before turning his back to her completely. “This is your choice. Just don’t drag the Watson Group into your mess p>
Before Babette could formulate an argument, Brandon continued, “Remember what happened last time, when you tried to redirect company resources toward your private investment schemes? I shut that down, and I’ll do the same thing again if necessary p>
Babette’s chest heaved with barely controlled rage.
She was absolutely convinced that Brandon was blatantly taking Millie’s side over his own family. She refused to accept that she could possibly lose to someone like Millie—a woman who seemed to survive by charming and manipulating the men around her.
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Not wanting to stay in that office a second longer, Babette spun on her heels and marched toward the door. She yanked it open and stormed out, letting it slam shut behind her with a satisfying bang.
Left alone in the suddenly quiet office, Brandon turned his chair to face the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows. He remained there motionless, looking down at the city sprawling below him.
Some time passed in contemplative silence before the office door opened once more. Eugene stepped inside.
“Mr. Watson, Miss Watson has left,” Eugene reported.
“Okay,” Brandon responded, his voice carefully neutral.
Eugene shifted his weight slightly before continuing, “This will likely be Macauley’s final move. You can see the desperation in his actions now—he’s running out of patience. It won’t be much longer before he shows up in person to handle things himself. Everything we’ve been working toward is falling into place exactly as we planned. We should start seeing concrete results very soon p>
Brandon’s eyes drifted closed for a moment. His hand curled into a tight fist at his side, knuckles going white with tension. Deep down, he understood that Macauley represented his last real chance—the final ace up his sleeve when all other options had been exhausted.
“Good,” was all Brandon said in response.