Chapter 1118
Chapter 1118:
So she turned on her heel and left in a fury.
At the doorway, she nearly collided with Eugene, who was patiently waiting outside. She shot him a venomous glare before storming past.
Eugene, unfortunately caught in the crossfire of family drama, wisely said nothing. He simply entered the office and handed the financial data over to Brandon.
Brandon took a quick glance at the figures and let out a short, humorless laugh. “She lost so much money, yet she’s still being incredibly stubborn about admitting it p>
Eugene smiled faintly but remained diplomatically silent.
He privately thought that Brandon’s decision to prevent Babette from using company funds had been remarkably wise and prescient.
Meanwhile, Babette had returned to her own office and was angrily shoving her personal belongings into her bag.
Her secretary hesitantly entered the room with obvious trepidation.
“Miss Watson, I just received official notification from Mr. Watson’s office. You’ve been placed on a three-day mandatory leave, effective immediately…” The secretary’s voice trailed off nervously.
The implication was painfully clear—Babette was being barred from taking any actions whatsoever within the company.
“Here are the detailed financial data files you requested earlier,” the secretary said, bracing herself as she extended the documents toward Babette.
Without even glancing at them, Babette swept her arm across and knocked the papers onto the floor, where they scattered everywhere.
If she wasn’t being allowed to operate or make any trading decisions, what was the point of even looking at the numbers?
After that dramatic gesture, she grabbed her designer bag and stormed out of Watson Group.
gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝗶𝗻
She took the elevator down to the underground parking garage and finally allowed herself to relax slightly once she was safely enclosed in her car.
Her mind kept replaying all the humiliating events of the past few days on an endless, torturous loop.
The bitterness and rage felt overwhelming, threatening to consume her completely.
She had made such bold, confident promises to so many people who trusted her. And then there was that call she’d placed to Egbert, speaking with such certainty about her victory.
If she actually ended up losing this competition, what would happen to her carefully cultivated reputation? How would all those powerful people view her then?
Everyone would know that she’d been defeated by Millie—someone she’d always dismissed as nothing more than an attractive face who manipulated men to get what she wanted.
What was she supposed to do now?
Suddenly, her phone buzzed insistently against her leg.
Babette snatched it up to see an incoming call from a friend.
She pressed the answer button immediately.
“Hey, Adalyn,” Babette said, trying to keep her voice steady.
“Didn’t you ask me to help you pull together some capital? Well, I’ve got it ready. Do you still need it?” Adalyn asked.