Chapter 1115
Chapter 1115:
Meanwhile, Babette frantically juggled phone calls, attempting to secure more funds. “Just follow my lead—” she began, her voice tight with urgency.
Before she could finish, a sharp command cut through the chaos from behind her.
“Close the positions p>
All eyes swung toward the source of the voice. Brandon sat in his wheelchair, calm but authoritative. As CEO, his command overrode Babette’s.
Relief swept through the team as they immediately began executing his order.
They stopped suppressing the market and started closing positions.
But it wasn’t a simple task. Babette had poured enormous sums into the market, using heavy leverage that made unwinding her trades a slow and complicated process.
On top of that, their recent attempts to manipulate the market had only entrenched them further.
By now, Babette’s losses had reached staggering levels.
“Brandon! This is my department!” Babette’s voice cut through the room, sharp with anger. “Are you seriously taking her side p>
Brandon’s stare was sharp, ice-cold.
“I’m not siding with anyone,” he said steadily. “I’m doing what’s right for you p>
The others avoided looking their way, keeping their heads down and focusing on their tasks in tense silence.
“Take a moment to cool off, and then come to my office in ten minutes,” Brandon added, his voice calm but firm.
Turning to Eugene standing nearby, he instructed, “Watch over things here while I step out p>
“Got it,” Eugene replied calmly.
gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺, 𝓜𝒐𝒓𝑒 novels
Brandon wheeled himself out, leaving Eugene in charge. Eugene offered a calm, almost teasing smile to Babette, who was practically seething with rage.
Realizing Eugene was now in control, Babette slammed her foot against a nearby trash can in frustration before storming down the corridor, her secretary trailing behind her.
Eugene straightened the trash can with a quiet shake of his head.
“Carry on,” he instructed the team.
They nodded, remembering how they had urged Babette to withdraw earlier—but her stubbornness had wasted valuable time.
Meanwhile, Babette paused in the corridor, her secretary close at her side. Each thought of the unfolding disaster fueled her fury, and she clenched her fists, trying to contain it.
Just imagining Millie sitting somewhere with a smug, satisfied smile, eagerly waiting to witness her complete humiliation, made Babette’s blood run hot with rage.
The secretary who had been hovering anxiously nearby felt increasingly uncomfortable watching Babette work herself into this agitated state.
However, the ten-minute deadline had arrived, and the secretary had no option but to gently inform Babette that it was time to report to Brandon’s office.
Still seething with fury, Babette stormed toward the CEO’s office, her expensive high heels clicking sharply against the floor with each determined step.