Chapter 382

Chapter 382:
Babette’s voice cut through, full of curiosity. “Eugene? Millie? What are you two doing here?”
With practiced ease, Eugene tucked the document out of sight.
After hosting her now-famous wine tasting, Babette had joined the Watson Group for good—not part of the finance team, but overseeing overseas business, especially concerning Fiesta, and pitching in with her father’s division. She approached with purpose, a document clutched in her hand, and joined them without hesitation.
A sharp glance landed on Eugene as Babette asked, “What’s all this about?” Her attention snapped to Millie. “Brandon’s in the hospital, you know. So, what brings you here right now?” Updates are released by
Whether Brandon was ill or not made no difference to Millie’s agenda. Today was about settling property matters—a step she’d planned well in advance, complete with legal counsel ready to go.
Keeping things tidy and free from Babette’s interference was Millie’s goal; she just wanted the Bennett family’s assets back, no drama attached.
A subtle gesture from Millie urged Eugene to move the conversation somewhere more private.
Babette blocked their exit, suspicion flashing in her eyes. “Where are you sneaking off to? Up to something behind closed doors?”
Without flinching, Millie replied, “There’s nothing secret here. I’m separating what’s mine from the Watson Group, that’s all.”
Babette pressed further, her voice sharp, “You mean even that division?”
“Naturally.” Millie’s answer came cool and quick.
A laugh burst from Babette. “Are you out of your mind, Millie? That department’s already absorbed by the Watson Group. There’s no pulling it out now—it doesn’t belong to you anymore!”
“Babette.” Millie didn’t hesitate. Taking a step forward, she leveled a cold gaze at Babette. “Asset division between Brandon and me isn’t your concern.”
A flush of anger crept up Babette’s cheeks. “You—!”
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Millie, unfazed, turned away and addressed Eugene, saying, “Let’s pick up where we left off.”
Refusing to give ground, Babette shot Eugene a look that dared him to say a word. She brushed her own paperwork aside, pulled out her phone, and dialed Brandon.
“Just wait, Millie. Brandon’s not about to let you walk off with anything.”
Millie’s gaze flicked to the phone in Babette’s hand, her expression unreadable.
Eugene spoke up, a note of caution in his voice. “Mrs. Watson, this has to go through Mr. Watson personally. Even with these papers, his approval is required.”
A quick glance passed between Millie and Darrion, silent understanding flashing between them. Both had expected Brandon would need to sign off before anything was finalized.
Even so, Millie would have preferred to wrap things up without any more detours.
With calm resolve, she addressed Eugene, saying, “From now on, just call me Millie.”
For a moment, Eugene wavered. In the end, he nodded and made the compromise. “Yes, Miss Bennett.”
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