Liam looked at Alexander Davidson, his tone casual. “Let’s be honest—looks aren’t exactly a rare commodity.”
“None of us got this far by being stupid. No one’s going to hand everything over to Danielle Crawford just because she’s pretty. Beauty alone doesn’t make someone worth the risk.”
He gave a dismissive wave. “People like Gian Atwood? One is more than enough in this world.”
Alexander met his gaze with a raised eyebrow, saying nothing.
Liam pressed on. “The truth is, she latched onto Gian. He gave her a top-tier social standing, a foothold in this circle. With Ninesky backing her, it’s not exactly a losing investment for their crowd.”
“Danielle just found herself the perfect patron.”
Alexander ignored her completely. Danielle knew exactly where she stood, so she didn’t make a scene—just agreed to the divorce and ran straight to Gian, that gullible fool.
Millie Fletcher listened quietly to Liam’s analysis, her brow furrowed. She had to admit, his logic made sense. Otherwise, someone like Danielle shouldn’t have been able to stay relevant in these circles for so long.
Alexander listened, his eyes on the data scrolling across his screen. When Liam finished, he finally glanced up with a calm, almost indifferent look. “Does it matter?”
His voice was steady, unconcerned.
Liam didn’t push the subject further. He’d nearly forgotten—Alex had no interest in Danielle, and even less in anything related to her.
“Let’s move on,” Liam said, sliding a stack of documents onto the table. “These are the latest project proposals from Cloudpath and AetherX Dynamics.”
“Competition for new energy materials is everywhere now, even in our daily lives. We should consider moving our tech products in that direction.”
“Millie’s already been researching—she referenced some cutting-edge papers, and I’ve gone through her work myself. It’s way ahead of the curve.”
“If this plan comes together, Newsworld will reach a whole new level.”
Alexander nodded, his expression relaxed. “If you’re confident, go for it.”
Hearing this, Millie felt a sense of relief settle inside her. Alexander trusted them—he always had. He knew what they were capable of, which was why he never micromanaged the way other CEOs might.
Alexander returned his focus to the project files, scanning data and charts in thoughtful silence.
Millie felt a surge of pride in her work. She’d done it all on her own. No one else could have pulled this off.
“Alex, if you’re interested, you could always join us,” Millie said, turning to him. “You’ve been out of this field for years. Ever think about coming back? I could really use someone like you on my team.”
Alexander looked up, a faint smile touching his lips. “Help you?”
His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable authority behind it.
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