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    But Luther shot up suddenly, ring furiously at Rosie. He raised his cane, poised to strike. “You little brat!”


    Just then, a wave of dizziness washed over him. The room swirled, and with a heavy thud, he copsed onto the sofa.


    His eyes fluttered half-closed, his spirit seemingly evaporated. No matter how the family called out to him, Luther didn’t respond. Tessa was beside herself with worry, gripping Luther’s hand tightly, refusing to let go.


    Her own legs felt like jelly, and she too was swept away by a wave of dizziness.


    The Harper household erupted into chaos.


    The entire Harper family waited anxiously outside the emergency room. Luther had been diagnosed with a cerebral hemorrhage and rushed in for emergency treatment, while Tessa was also being treated by doctors.


    Rosie felt a flicker of guilt, but it was overshadowed by resentment. The one person who had always shielded her—Luther—was now opposing her over the division of family assets.


    In a dark corner of her mind, she thought that things might be simpler if Luther were gone. If he were no longer around, splitting the Harper family’s assets would be easier.


    An hourter, the light above the emergency room flickered off. The doctor emerged, his face grave, shaking his head at the family. “Luther suffered a brainstem hemorrhage. We did everything we could, but we were unable to save him. He passed away at 10:59 p.m. I’m very sorry.”


    Shepard and Ableson watched as Luther, covered by a white sheet, was wheeled out. Tears streamed down their faces, guilt gnawing at them. They had known about his hypertension; they should never have let him get that angry.


    Luther had literally been angered to death.


    Even Rosie couldn’t hold back her tears. Though she had schemed against him, Luther had always doted on her since she was a child. She had been close to him.


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    Because of the funeral, Rosie had to cancel the grand reception celebrating her engagement to Prince Maxley.


    In keeping with tradition, Luther wasid to rest just three days after his passing.


    “I still want to take my father’s shares,” Rosie said solemnly to Shepard and Ableson.


    This was the third time Rosie had made her desires clear.


    Ableson and Shepard had talked about the matter the previous evening. Shepard cleared his throat, his voice thick with emotion. “Rosie, you can’t take the shares out of thepany. We can’t go against your grandfather’s wishes. Here’s what we’ll do: your Uncle Ableson and I will convert your father’s shares into cash and transfer it to your ount. The Harper Group is valued at one hundred and twenty billion. Your grandfather always said the shares should be split equally among us three brothers. You’ll inherit your father’s portion, whiches to about forty billion.”


    Ableson nodded and said, “Your Uncle Shepard and I will transfer the forty billion to your ount in installments over the next month. Does that work for you?”


    Giselle, Lenora, and the Harper children, who were listening nearby, were all taken aback. While the Harper Group’s market value stood at one hundred and twenty billion, paying out such a sum at once would cripple thepany’s finances; there was no way they coulde up with that much cash in such a short span.


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