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    Feeling a flicker of hope, Rosie sensed victory was within reach. She shot a triumphant nce at Brenna and turned to Ableson. “Uncle Ableson, what are your thoughts about this?”


    Ableson said, “Your grandfather intended for you to have the shares. But he never said you could cash them out.”


    Rosie replied, her voice brimming with conviction, “If those shares belong to me, I should be free to do with them as I please.”


    “Is that the case?” Brenna said tly.


    The men of the Harper family looked at Brenna, secretly hoping she could persuade Rosie to relinquish her im to the shares.


    It wasn’t that they shied away from confrontation; rather, they understood that stepping in might appear as if they were ganging up on Rosie, potentially tarnishing the family’s reputation.


    Family feuds over money and power were asmon as rain in spring, and while some resorted to underhanded tactics, Shepard and Ableson had been raised by Luther to stand united and avoid internal strife.


    In the two days since Luther’s passing, both had discreetly checked the will he left behind, knowing it did not favor Rosie. Yet, they hesitated to bring it up themselves, hoping Brenna would be the one to spill the beans.


    Neither of them wanted Rosie to think they were mistreating her.


    “I remember Grandpa saying the Harper Group must never be split apart,” Brenna said.


    Rosie shot back defiantly, her tone sharp as a knife, “You think you can deny me my father’s shares? nning to keep them for yourselves? Uncles, say something!”


    She boldly demanded that her uncles respond.


    “You don’t have to pressure them to speak; I can answer you,” Brenna said, casting a nce at the Harper men.


    They all kept their mouths shut, none eager to y the viin. Brenna believed she had to be the one to address this.


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    “Maybe you haven’t considered that Grandpa, being the astute man he was, foresaw this daying. Given his character, he surely left behind a will. Why don’t we honor his wishes and distribute the inheritance ording to the will?” Brenna said.


    Brenna’s lips twisted into a faint, enigmatic smile, and a steely glint sparkled in her eyes. She, too, had read the will and knew it was not in Rosie’s favor.


    Rosie caught the expression on Brenna’s face and felt a knot of unease tighten in her stomach. “What are you on about? Uncle Ableson and Uncle Shepard imed their shares long ago. All the shares Grandpa left are mine. How could you divide them?”


    Standing her ground, Rosie dered, “Back then…”


    But as Rosie tried to sift through her childhood memories, she realized she had no recollection of Luther ever dividing the Harper Group’s shares between Ableson and Shepard.


    A wave of dread washed over her. What she did remember was Luther allocating five percent to Ernst and five percent each to Dalton and Lennon, totaling fifteen percent. She also recalled Audrey receiving two percent, and herself the same. Just recently, Brenna had been granted an additional two percent.


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