Chapter 452
Chapter 452:
Egbert looked like he might ignore him, but Brandon smirked. “Unless you want everyone to hear what really happened back then.”
Egbert shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “You think I care?” But then he glanced down at his phone again.
She might care.
Without another word, Egbert followed Brandon out of the room.
Only Eugene, Babette, and a handful of stunned executives remained inside. Phones kept ringing non-stop, but everyone’s attention was consumed by curiosity.
Babette frowned, her cold glare sweeping across the room.
“Didn’t you hear him? Get back to work!” she snapped.
Chairs shifted. Heads bowed. The room fell back into motion.
Elsewhere, Millie slowly lowered her phone.
She and Myron had just stepped out from the vault where they’d been reviewing the Elliott Group’s new products.
Millie’s face had gone pale, her eyes distant.
Years ago in Flesta, she had lost her first child.
That memory still lived at the center of her chest.
She had avoided that place ever since—avoided the people, the reminders, the weight of it all.
When the business started to expand, she handed over the Flesta branch to Babette, who had been studying there. But before that, it had been Millie who laid every brick, built every structure, and forged every deal.
And now, Egbert was here. When had he arrived? And why now?
Noticing the change in Millie’s demeanor, Myron asked carefully, “What’s wrong?”
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Millie shook her head. She didn’t share the details with the Elliott siblings, only telling them she needed to leave.
Myron paused. “Where are you going? I’ll drive you.”
She glanced at him. “Watson Group.”
He studied her for a moment, then gave a silent nod.
Before long, the car stopped outside the Watson Group building.
“I’ll go up with you,” Myron offered.
“No need,” Millie replied. “I’ve got this.” She didn’t want to complicate things any further.
Her mind was already racing. The six gemstones were her key to winning this bet.
As for Egbert… he never played by the rules.
She needed to figure out his angle—quietly, without revealing her own.
Myron nodded. “I’ll wait in the parking lot then.”
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