Leanne covered Millie’s financial losses without hesitation. Since its launch, AetherX Dynamics had indeed landed several impressive contracts, but it was still early days—none of the projects had reached completion.
The real problem was Millie’s lack of discernment when it came to choosing partners. Every project was stalled because of it.
Even with the current financial crisis out of the way, they still needed to find a new supplier to keep things moving.
Leanne wired over twenty million dollars to Millie.
“This absolutely has to work, Millie. Failure is not an option. If you mess this up—” Leanne’s voice faltered. The weight in her eyes said the rest.
If this failed, she and her daughter would be ruined—no second chances, no safety nets.
Leanne was risking everything, gambling alongside Millie.
Millie drew a slow breath. “Mom, I won’t fail. And if anything goes wrong with this project, Alex will help us.”
Alexander was her trump card.
But unless she had no other choice, she didn’t want to turn to him. As long as she could handle things herself, she would. Only if everything fell apart would she allow him to step in.
No matter what, she wouldn’t let things get so bad that there was no way out.
Leanne studied her daughter, words rising to her lips and then falling away.
Well, with Alexander in the picture—he cared so deeply for Millie—surely he wouldn’t let both of them fall to ruin.
“Alex arranged for a private clinic for your uncle,” Millie continued, “and hired top specialists—much better than any regular hospital. He’s been incredibly attentive to everything concerning our family.”
“The Davidsons are all about pedigree. Raffy is my own son, and the Davidsons are grooming him as their heir. Alex is investing in my company for the sake of our future together. When I marry into the Davidson family, I’ll be entering as an equal, not just an outsider.”
Millie understood the calculations behind Alexander’s actions.
That’s why she needed AetherX Dynamics to become a powerhouse—she couldn’t let him down. She wanted the world to see that she was the only woman fit to stand by Alexander’s side.
Leanne’s gaze grew serious. “As long as you two know what you’re doing, that’s all that matters.”
Leanne knew her daughter’s place in Alexander’s heart. After all, he’d thrown vast sums into Intellectech on a whim—hundreds of millions, just like that.
His intentions weren’t exactly hard to guess.
Just look at Raffy’s status within the Davidsons—the golden grandson, the chosen successor.
—
Danielle stepped out of the Newsworld building.
“Heading to Blackwood Research Institute now?” Gian asked.
Danielle checked her watch. “Tomorrow.”
Academician Gresham would be arriving then, and she needed to be at Blackwood to meet him.
“As for the Ninesky project, you don’t need to worry—I’ll keep an eye on it,” Gian offered.
Danielle was busy—her research, her papers—she had no time for Millie’s games.
But Millie just couldn’t resist putting herself in Danielle’s path, daring her to take a swing.
Danielle slid into the car, eyes flicking over the data analysis on her tablet. “When forced to choose between two evils, pick the lesser,” she murmured.
—
The next morning.
After dropping Niki off at preschool, Danielle drove to Blackwood Research Institute.
By the time she arrived, Academician Gresham was already there, deep in conversation with Mr. Hawthorne.
“You made it,” Mr. Hawthorne called, waving her in. “Come meet Academician Gresham—from the National Aeronautics Agency.”
Danielle had only ever seen someone of his caliber on the news.
“It’s an honor to meet you, Academician Gresham. I’m Danielle.”
He studied her with a warm, appraising look. “Very good. So this is the star student you mentioned? Even more impressive than Gian?”
Mr. Hawthorne’s smile was loaded with pride. “You’ll see for yourself once you get to know her.”
Danielle replied, modestly, “I’m really not as extraordinary as Professor Hawthorne says. He’s just a generous mentor. I hope I can learn from all of you.”
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