Chapter 968
Chapter 968:
“You cause any problems for Millie. She’s going to be my sister-in-law soon. I hope that’s perfectly clear to everyone p>
The board members nodded enthusiastically, falling over themselves to offer their assurances and promises.
Only then did Adriana seem satisfied enough to turn and leave.
As she walked through the building, employees greeted her respectfully at every turn.
Eventually, Adriana made her way to a small pastry shop located on the ground floor of their office building. She spotted Myron carefully selecting delicate treats to bring back to Millie and little Ari.
A smile broke out on her lips. “Hello, brother p>
Myron acknowledged her with a brief nod but didn’t look up from the display case, continuing to make his choices.
Adriana launched into a lengthy complaint about the board members and their behavior during the meeting.
She added with obvious admiration, “You know, the reason so many successful people are drawn to Millie isn’t because she’s using some kind of manipulation. It’s simply because she’s genuinely exceptional. Why can’t they see that? The Watson Group’s transformation into a tech company succeeded largely because of her innovative strategies and the risks she was willing to take. Before working with Millie, Charles could barely hold his own within his family dynamics. After their collaboration, he actually gained real influence and respect. And you—when you were in danger at sea, if it hadn’t been for her p>
Myron shot his sister a warning look, silently telling her to stop talking.
There were too many people around who might overhear.
Until they figured out who was really responsible for James’ death, they couldn’t afford to let anyone know about their family’s past connections to the Bennetts.
𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 → gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⍰𝖼𝗈𝗺
Adriana caught herself mid-sentence and quickly closed her mouth.
Myron, unfazed, kept choosing pastries.
“Even without that meeting with her at the sea,” he said, selecting another treat, “I would still care for her p>
Adriana smiled knowingly and reached for a few pastries of her own.
“I know,” she replied lightly.
Before long, Myron had made his selections.
Although there was a cook at home who could also make amazing sweet treats, both Ari and Millie favored the pastries from this little shop. Myron had noticed their preference from their very first visit to his office. The mere thought of Millie’s delighted smile when she saw the treats lifted the corners of his mouth.
When Myron stepped outside, even the clouds overhead seemed more beautiful.
“Join us for dinner this weekend,” he said to Adriana as they parted. “She enjoys a lively table p>
“Got it.” Adriana pulled a playful face, balancing her purse and her own box of pastries in her arms.
They went their separate ways.
Once settled in the back seat of his car, Myron glanced into the rearview mirror. At the corner of the street, a Maybach sat quietly, almost hidden in plain sight.
“Something wrong, Mr. Elliott?” the driver asked.