Chapter 34
Chapter 34:
Millie realized that the pain had something to do with the baby. The symptoms were unmistakable—she was experiencing a miscarriage.
Earlier, she had jumped and sprinted to avoid a speeding car in the parking lot, only to be struck by the same black vehicle while in her own car. Read complete version only at.net
Could her baby really be slipping away from her?
She had decided to terminate the pregnancy, but now panic and sorrow flooded her mind without warning.
The thought of losing her child suddenly terrified Millie.
“Ma’am, please answer me! Open your door!” the policewoman shouted.
Millie’s eyes clouded over. Despite the sharp and relentless pain, she managed to push the car door open just before everything went black.
At the same time, lights illuminated every floor of the Watson Group building, casting a soft glow that stretched into the night.
Brandon reviewed a proposal, exhausted after attending back-to-back meetings throughout the day.
He had to make several crucial decisions before the day ended.
He had been working nonstop since the afternoon, his expression growing increasingly stern.
The room was silent. Everyone in the expansive conference room sat still, unwilling to draw his attention.
Brandon lightly tapped the table with his left hand as he studied the report.
“Who’s responsible for this project?” Brandon’s tone was calm, yet his authority made everyone uneasy.
“It’s me, Mr. Watson,” answered a middle-aged man, standing nervously as he wiped sweat from his forehead.
Brandon glanced at him, his lips parting slightly as he coldly instructed, “Explain.”
The middle-aged man wiped his forehead again. “Well, it’s… uh…” he stammered, unable to give a clear explanation as he rambled through various excuses. He knew deep down he had botched the project.
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“Enough,” Brandon interjected, cutting him off.
Fear filled the man’s eyes as he began to tremble.
“Mr. Watson, please give me another chance,” he begged. “I promise I’ll fix it!”
Brandon frowned, prompting his secretary, Eugene Barnes, to step forward.
“When you proposed the project, you made grand promises,” Eugene said firmly. “Now, who’s responsible for this mess?”
“I was just—” The man, well into middle age, began to speak again, hoping to make himself understood.
“No more excuses,” Eugene cut in harshly. “The Watson Group fully backed this project, yet despite all the resources, you failed miserably. Do you know why?”
The man opened his mouth to argue, but Brandon slammed a document down in front of him.
“Corruption in such a small project is outrageous,” Brandon remarked sharply.
The middle-aged man turned pale as he read the document. He tried to respond, his body trembling, but Eugene signaled to the internal inspection team.
The doors swung open, and the team entered, escorting the man out.
“Mr. Watson, I’m sorry. Please forgive me!” The middle-aged man’s desperate voice faded into silence as he was led away, leaving the room eerily quiet.
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