Chapter 383

Chapter 383:
Babette rolled her eyes with a huff. “What a hypocrite!” she grumbled under her breath.
Right then, Babette’s call connected.
Brandon’s voice filtered through, steady and cool. “What’s going on?”
Without wasting a second, Babette chimed in, “Brandon, Millie’s here, trying to take the department. She’s in the office right now”
“Are you aware of this?” A heavy pause followed; Brandon said nothing at first.
Millie waited quietly, her eyes on Babette, listening as the call played out on speaker. Seconds ticked by in thick silence. Babette grew impatient.
“Brandon?”
At last, Brandon’s answer came, firm and final. “She’s not getting it. Tell her that’s from me.”
With that, the line went dead.
A grin of victory spread across Babette’s face. “There you have it. Did you catch that?”
Millie gave Eugene a steady look. “Then we’ll go through the courts.”
Not a hint of rattle disturbed her poise; to her, this was just business as usual. One brief nod to Darrion signaled the end of the meeting. Together, they turned and walked out. The rightful source is.net
As the elevator doors slid shut, Babette’s warning rang out behind them. “Millie, don’t waste your time! It’s not gonna happen!”
Neither spoke as they rode the elevator to the lobby, silence hanging heavy until they walked out of the Watson Group building. Only then did Darrion break the silence.
“Miss Bennett, we always knew this was a likely outcome. It’s no surprise the Watson Group won’t hand things over easily. We’ll just move forward with the legal process. Given the evidence and documentation you’ve provided, your odds are strong, whether through settlement or purchase. Still, litigation will take longer than a direct division.”
Cars drifted past on the busy street, their lights reflected in Millie’s eyes as she watched.
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She gave a quiet nod in agreement.
Legal proceedings had been part of her plan all along. What caught her off guard was how Brandon had flatly refused, leaving no room for compromise.
She thought back to all those nights he’d promised her—swearing the Bennett family assets were only under Watson Group’s care for the time being. He’d pledged to find answers about her father’s death and help restore her family’s name.
Now, he wouldn’t even let her reclaim what was rightfully hers.
Promises from men, she realized, were often just fleeting words. At least she’d never pinned much hope on him.
For Millie, today was just another box to check—one more step in a plan that had always been hers alone.
“I’ll be counting on your expertise from here on out, Mr. Clark,” Millie remarked.
Darrion replied smoothly, “It’s my responsibility. Still, Miss Bennett, you should brace yourself—this won’t be settled overnight.”
A nod from Millie showed her understanding.
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