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    That added up to twenty-one percent.


    Could it be that these twenty-one percent of shares were originally her father’s?


    Her heart raced as everything clicked into ce. No wonder Brenna was speaking of dividing her grandfather’s shares.


    No wonder her uncles and cousins were silent; they had been the ones taking advantage of the situation!


    Brenna noticed the shift in Rosie’s expression. She knew Rosie wasn’t stupid; she had pieced it together. Luther hadn’t left many shares behind at all.


    Over the years, Luther had distributed shares to various family members, even ensuring support for his three brothers and several nephews. Otherwise, how else would the shareholders’ meetings always have such a crowd?


    “You!” Rosie trembled with anger, her pulse racing. If she weren’t young and healthy, she might have copsed from her emotions, just like Luther.


    “Mr. Goodman, pleasee in,” Brenna said, dialing a number.


    A few momentster, a man in his sixties entered—Matt Goodman, Luther’s most trustedwyer during his presidency at the Harper Group. He had overseen all the share transfers during Luther’s tenure. Rosie’s heart sank deeper. Suddenly, she recalled Luther’s words to his granddaughters.


    “When you all get married, your shares won’t be reimed. But they can’t be transferred outside the Harper family. Upon your passing, your shares will return to the family.”


    Rosie’s heart plummeted as she grasped the implication. Luther believed only men should inherit. The Harper Group shares could only be passed down to sons and grandsons.


    An overwhelming urge to cry surged within Rosie, and she quickly snatched the file from Matt’s hands. A quick nce shattered her world further: Luther had only seven percent of the shares left.


    The document clearly stated that after Luther’s passing, his shares would be divided evenly among the men of the Harper family. There was nothing left for her.


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    The document slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor as Rosie copsed, her knees buckling. “No… This can’t be true! My parents died when I was just a child. Grandpa loved me the most. How could he give away my father’s shares to others? Why?” she yelled at the people around her.


    Shepard, knowing the will’s contents, calmly retrieved the document and spoke softly to her. “Rosie, don’t be upset. You’re marrying Prince Maxley. Ableson and I will give you a proper wedding gift. If you encounter any challenges in the royal family, you can always turn to us.”


    “Why is this happening?” Rosie cried out, her voice raw with desperation. “This isn’t fair! I won’t ept it! I’m suing all of you! I will reim what belongs to my father!”


    Brenna raised an eyebrow, looking down at her. “Sue all you want. But this is Grandpa’s property. He could give it to whoever he chose.”


    Rosie burned with fury toward every man in the Harper family. Now, she understood why none of them had spoken up earlier. They had already pocketed all the benefits for themselves.


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