Chapter 1127

Chapter 1127:

Sitting at her sleek desk, Madisyn reviewed the career plan for Milly and Watkins that their agent had just submitted. Her pen hovered over the document as she hesitated.

Milly’s career was thriving. A few months ago, Madisyn would have been thrilled and maybe even celebrated her success. But after going through some issues with Andrew, she saw things differently now. Clutching the document in her hands, Madisyn decided it was best to get Milly’s input first.

When she reached Milly’s private lounge, she knocked softly on the door. “Milly? It’s me. Can we talk for a minute?”

The door opened, and Milly stood there, her phone in hand.

“Am I interrupting?” Madisyn asked gently.

Milly shook her head and turned the phone toward Madisyn, revealing she was on a video call with Howard.

“Howard! Hi!” Madisyn greeted him with a wave.

“Madisyn! It’s been a while. How are you?” Howard’s warm voice came through the phone.

Milly and Howard had been chatting for a while, so she handed the phone to Madisyn, giving her a chance to catch up with her brother.

Madisyn smiled and settled onto the sofa next to Milly.

After a brief conversation, someone called out to Howard in the background. “I’ll let you go,” Madisyn said, smiling at the camera. “I’m coming home on Friday, so we’ll catch up properly then.”

As the call ended, Milly turned her full attention to Madisyn, silently waiting for her to speak.

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Without hesitation, Madisyn pulled out the career plan and held it out for Milly to review.

“Your career is progressing better than the company expected,” Madisyn began. “This is the plan they’ve drafted for your next step, but I haven’t approved it yet.”

Milly glanced up from the plan, her large, angelic eyes silently asking, “Why not?”

Madisyn rested her hands on the table, leaning forward slightly. “You entered the entertainment industry by chance, not because you were chasing fame like everyone else. I’m worried that if I sign this, your workload will skyrocket, and you won’t have much time left for Howard.”

“That won’t happen,” Milly interrupted, her voice calm but firm. She pushed the plan back toward Madisyn, her gaze steady. “I want you to approve it.

This is the kind of arrangement I’m looking for.”

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