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    She turned the phone slightly for Ethan to see.


    Ethan gave it a passing nce before shifting his gaze elsewhere. There was no denying it—his own construction firm had thrown its hat in the ring. But thepetition this time was fierce, and even his team wasn’t entirely confident they could secure the project. An offer like this, handed to him without a fight, was rare.


    But Ethan wasn’t one to bend his values. “I don’t need you to hand the project to me.”


    He believed he could win the project on his own, fair and square. His gaze remained hard. “Rosie, Brenna and I nearly lost our lives on that ship in Plieca. And you think this would just fix everything? Your apology doesn’te off as sincere.”


    Maxley didn’t understand the Vandnguage they were speaking. But he picked up on Ethan’s foul mood right away and sensed his disinterest in the proposal. Turning to Rosie, he asked, “What’s happening?”


    Rosie felt a bit awkward. Ethan hadn’t changed a bit—still stubborn, still leaving no room forpromise. “It’s nothing. Mr. Mitchell just didn’t find the terms eptable. We’ll keep negotiating,” she said to Maxley.


    After wrapping up his exchange with Maxley, Rosie turned her focus back to Ethan. “Ethan, you know this project will bring in massive returns. And I’m well aware yourpany’s already in the running. Since you want the project, just ept my offer. Show a little grace and let the past go. We could have more chances to work together down the line.”


    Ethan’s reply came sharp and bitter. “Oh, you mean more chances for you to try and have me killed? No, thanks.”


    Rosie’s temper red. Ethan was harsher to her than ever, and it grated on her nerves.


    Rosie caught the look on Brenna’s face—distant, unreadable, as if nothing around her was worth the time. She didn’t take her seriously at all.


    Just then, an idea popped into Rosie’s mind. Maybe Brenna held the key. If she could get Brenna on her side, maybe Ethan would ept her offer.


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    “Brenna, turning down money like this doesn’t make sense. Persuade Ethan for me, will you? If we partner on this deal, I’ll cut you in on the profits.”


    “I’m not interested. I’ve got my own contracts to deliver. I don’t have time for side deals.” Brenna didn’t hesitate to turn Rosie down. She knew Rosie was just trying to use her. Considering Rosie’s habit of nursing grudges, she knew there was no way Rosie would simply overlook everything the Harper family had done to her.


    “You two are unbelievable, turning down that kind of money. Think it through. If someone else takes the deal, you’ll be missing out on billions,” Rosie said with a faint smile.


    One look at Ethan was enough—Maxley could tell the deal wasn’t going anywhere.


    “Mr. Mitchell, would you consider the partnership?” he asked, raising a ss toward Ethan and Brenna.


    As he lifted the drink toward them, no one noticed the slight movement of his hand. He slipped something into the ss.


    Greta had no ce in Ethan and the Prince’s private conversation. She appeared to be casually snacking alongside her colleagues, but her eyes remained fixed on Ethan. She didn’t have the nerve to stare directly, so she held up her phone, the rotatable camera tilted just enough to catch Ethan in the frame.


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