Chapter 1138
Chapter 1138:
“You think so too, huh?” Charles grinned.
“Guess I’m pretty good at picking the right people p>
Napier sighed. Charles really was lucky. All it took was one act of kindness toward Millie, and it changed his life.
But then again, as Charles said, knowing how to pick the right person was a talent in itself. Millie was capable, yes—but the people who worked with her had to be capable too.
Meanwhile, at the Watson Group headquarters, Babette slammed her phone down in frustration. Another breakthrough—and a major one at that! How was this possible?
She had already swayed several people within Yaroslav Technology, and their reports had only mentioned a minor improvement. So how had it suddenly turned into a monumental industry leap?
Babette’s confidence wavered again. Could she have been misled once more? Was Millie the one secretly stirring up trouble behind her back yet again?
What Babette didn’t realize was that she had once again overvalued her own wit and underestimated everyone else. Millie had nothing to do with it at all.
It was Foley who discovered Babette’s scheming. She had openly tried to lure Spencer away before. Did she truly believe Foley wouldn’t notice and do something about it? If he were half as gullible as she imagined, Yaroslav Technology would have been bankrupt long ago. With judgment that poor, no one could survive a week, let alone years, in such a cutthroat field.
Boiling with frustration, Babette paced restlessly around her office. Each update showing Yaroslav Technology’s growing value and Millie’s increasing profits made her stomach twist with rage.
Just then, her phone rang. She grabbed it and snapped, “What is it p>
“Hello, Miss Watson. It’s me again, the agent managing your overseas assets,” said the caller.
“Last time, you said you were still considering the offer we discussed p>
“Yes,” Babette replied sharply.
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“Those assets are worth far more than that. The offer was ridiculous, and I won’t take it p>
The caller hesitated.
“Actually, that’s not what I’m calling about. The buyer has found other options p>
“What?” Babette’s brows knitted in confusion.
“With the current low economy, it’s normal for them to look elsewhere,” the caller explained.
“They still prefer your properties, but they’ll only move forward immediately if you reduce your price p>
Babette’s voice rose angrily.
“The price they offered last time was way beyond what I could accept!” she burst out, her face burning with anger.
“And now you’re telling me they want me to…
“Cut it even more? Do you expect me to sell at a loss?” Her voice rang through the room, sharp and furious.
“I understand, Miss Watson, but that’s their final offer,” the caller said carefully.
“If you refuse, they’ll switch to another seller p>
Babette’s hand clenched around the phone. She wanted to hang up, to walk away from it all. Maybe she could wait for a better deal. However, she quickly remembered that the deadline she had committed to was drawing dangerously close.
Adalyn had already reminded her of the profits she’d promised others. To maintain her image, Babette had been tracking those numbers daily, and each day of delay only bled her finances further. The deadline was nearly here.