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    After half an hour of nonstop discussions, he finally put down the phone. “Brenna, there’s an emergency board meeting tomorrow. You should be there.”


    Brenna could see he was tired but couldn’t do anything to help him. “Have you taken the reins at the Harper Group again?”


    Ernst exhaled deeply. “Yes, after Grandpa died, Dad’s been faltering—his blood pressure is high, and this chaos is only making it worse. Dalton, who just assumed control, can’t manage it and has passed the buck to me.”


    Brenna managed a smile. “You’re handling it well. Just say the word, and I’ll pitch in. I have a bit of a background in finance. Perhaps I can help.”


    While Ernst knew of Brenna’s prowess in mechanical design and her finance studio, he had yet to witness her financial acumen firsthand. Yet, her assurance stirred something in him. He said, “The Harper Group is floundering. Rosie is relentless in her pursuit of those shares, and she’s rallying support. If you’re up for it, help us keep an eye on the stock market. I’ll grant you backend ess. I’m swamped managing PR and internal chaos. I just don’t have the strength to handle it right now.”


    Brenna agreed without hesitation, her decision firm. After all, the Harper Group wasn’t just a business to her; it was the legacy of her family. She couldn’t simply sit on the sidelines when thepany was in trouble.


    “Tonight, I’ll put together an emergency strategy for tomorrow’s meeting,” she said, her tone resolute. “We can discuss it then.”


    Ernst sank back into his seat, visibly relieved. Managing the conglomerate’s burdens alone had been overwhelming, and Brenna’s support was a lifeline he desperately needed.


    Brenna actually admired Ernst. He had always been a man of honor, gracefully epting defeat months earlier. Now, faced with thepany’s turmoil, he was stepping up without a second thought.


    Brenna said, “We need to brace ourselves. Some shareholders are bound to panic. If thepany’s shares take a dive, they might rush to sell off their stakes. There’s already chatter that our family is nning to liquidate forty billion in cash; that could spell disaster.”


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    Her heart twisted at the sight of Ernst’s newly sprouted gray hairs. She continued, “Let the rtives be my concern. Pass me their contact details; I’ll speak to them. We’re in this together.”


    Ernst felt a rush of gratitude. Most of the Harper family only made things harder for him; even Shepard and Ableson seemed helpless. But Brenna offered him help.


    “Thank you,” he said, feeling the weight on his shoulders lighten.


    Brenna spent the entire night tirelessly working. She formted strategic ns,bated malicious rumors online, and even coborated with Ethan’s PR team to halt the spread of detrimental stories about the Harper family.


    In addition, she prepared press releases for the Harper Group’s PR department, ready to be distributed.


    The following morning, she meticulously applied her makeup and met up with Shepard, Ernst, and Dalton at the bustling headquarters of the Harper Group.


    The building buzzed with activity—shareholders had arrived early, and reporters swarmed the entrance.


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