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    Was it Brenna?


    That seemed unlikely. She had never set foot in the Harper Group building, wasn’t familiar with its executives, and had no idea who was even responsible for organizing thepetition.


    Moreover, he had been keeping an eye on her, and there was no indication that she had interfered with Harper Group’s matters.


    Was there someone secretly helping Brenna?


    He couldn’t make sense of the matter.


    That evening, the Harper family gathered at the house. Even Rosie, who had been kicked out, had to show up. Ableson’s family was also present.


    They all sat on the sofa, eyes fixed on the agreement on the coffee table.


    Shepard’s expression was grim as he said, “ording to the terms of the agreement, if Brenna wins, Ernst will willingly give up his shares in the Harper Group, resign from the board, and step down as CEO. Rosie will also transfer her shares to Brenna. Everyone in the family is aware of this. Now, it’s time to honor the agreement. Did you two bring the share transfer documents?”


    Ernst quietly ced a stack of signed papers on the coffee table. “I have already signed them,” he said.


    Everyone turned to look at Rosie.


    Rosie didn’t bring any documents. Tears welled in her eyes.


    She said, “Isn’t it enough that Brenna has already kicked me out of the house? Now you want to take my shares, too? How am I supposed to survive if I give up my shares? Moreover, my father owned shares in the Harper Group. Although I was just a child when he passed away, those shares should legally belong to me. Give me what is rightfully mine, and I’ll fulfill my part in the agreement.”


    As Ernst watched Rosie cry like that, his heart sank with sorrow. The sympathy on his face was impossible to miss.


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    He turned his gaze toward Brenna, and his eyes quietly expressed disapproval. “Brenna, once you acquire my shares, you’ll be inheriting over a billion dors annually. That’s a fortune for anyone, especially a young woman like you. With that amount, you could lead a life of luxury without ever having to work a day.”


    Brenna responded with a gentle smile, grasping his point before he could finish. She chose to remain silent, letting him continue.


    Ernst went on, “Think about Rosie’s situation—rejected by everyone. She can’t even call our parents Mom and Dad anymore. Isn’t that just heartbreaking? How can you bear to strip her of everything now? As a member of the Harper family, you can’t be so cruel.”


    The room was thick with disapproval as others quietly listened. Ableson, usually so reserved, couldn’t hold back his emotions. He turned to Ernst and said, “How could you still say something like that? It hase to my attention that Brenna had a recent encounter with some thugs. Please correct me if I’m mistaken, but wasn’t it Rosie who arranged for the thugs to harm Brenna?”


    Ableson’s face was serious, carrying the weight of an elder’s authority. He said, “Have you considered what might have happened to Brenna if she hadn’t been skilled in fighting? She and her friends would have been powerless against those thugs. Can you imagine the consequences?”


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