Chapter 450
Chapter 450:
The room seemed to hold its breath, wrapped in an uneasy silence.
Murmurs spread among the group.
“What’s happening? What was he talking about just now? How exactly did that contract come to be? Wasn’t it supposed to be handled through proper channels?”
“Come on. Back then, the Watson Group didn’t stand a chance against Egbert’s conglomerate. There’s no way they landed that deal without his approval. But… there were whispers. Something strange happened around then.”
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“No one knows for sure. But after that trip, Millie was bedridden for weeks.”
“Wait, really?”
“Can’t you see it yet? Everything falling apart now started the moment Millie pulled away from the Watsons. In those early days, when the company was trying to find its footing, she was there, right next to Mr. Watson, step by step. The two of them were in it together, completely intertwined.”
Off to the side, Babette was the first to snap back to reality. She walked up with a polished smile and motioned toward an open seat.
“This way, please,” she said sweetly. Her eyes lingered on Egbert, bright with a hint of admiration.
But Egbert didn’t budge. He kept his gaze locked on Brandon, making it clear he wouldn’t move unless Brandon invited him himself.
Babette’s smile froze for a moment, but then softened again, as though nothing had happened. She turned to her cousin.
“Brandon?” she said carefully.
She remembered all the rumors she’d heard during her time in Flesta—stories that sounded dramatic and unclear, involving Egbert, the Watsons, and Millie. No one ever confirmed anything.
Even when Babette tried to corner Millie to get the truth, Millie had revealed nothing.
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Now, worry began to creep into Babette’s thoughts. She turned slightly, slipping her phone out of her clutch, hoping to sneak away and call Millie. But Brandon’s glare stopped her cold. One look, and she immediately put the phone away.
Egbert noticed the whole thing and grinned maliciously.
“Not planning to show me even a little hospitality?” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “And what? Aren’t you going to try calling Millie?”
He pulled out his own phone. “It’s alright. I’ll call her myself.”
He shot Babette a pointed smile. “Thanks for the wine you sent to Millie. That’s actually my favorite. Thought I’d ask her what she thought of it.”
The smile never reached Egbert’s eyes. Babette felt a chill run through her. Something about him reminded her of a dangerous snake.
But he didn’t pause. He started to dial. Just before he could press the button, a hand gripped his wrist.
Egbert looked straight at Brandon, their eyes locking.
“Going to stop me now?” he asked with a smirk, sliding one hand into his pocket.
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