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    Denis had heard from a colleague that Brenna ran an exceptional finance studio, capable of tackling cases that stumped industry veterans.


    Initially doubtful, he was swayed when the colleague shared that theirpany had worked with Brenna and raved about her abilities.


    That was when Denis decided to take a chance on her. Isabe, however, remained unconvinced and had consulted Jordy, a finance expert familiar with the industry’s top yers.


    Jordy knew of a remarkable studio that, just six months ago, had helped a major Norviewpany navigate market risks, averting a fifteen-billion-dor loss.


    He had only recently learned it was Brenna’s studio after a casual chat with colleagues.


    It dawned on him that he had severely underestimated his highly capable ex-girlfriend, and he even toyed with the idea of getting back with her.


    Denis, also skeptical, wasn’t ready to fully trust his colleague’s ims without seeing Brenna’s skills for himself.


    “Let’s test her. When she gets here, we’ll see what she can do,” he said.


    Isabe sneered, “She’s just a pretty face, using her looks to fool people. Do you really buy into that? Hand our business to her, and she’ll bankrupt us.”


    Jordy disagreed, saying, “You don’t know her, so quit spouting nonsense. I believe in her. When she shows up, don’t say anything to sabotage this deal. If you do, I’ll…”


    He trailed off, swallowing the rest of his warning in Denis’s presence.


    Brenna stepped into the room in a crisp white shirt, the sleeves neatly rolled up, with a sleek gray vestyered over the shirt. Paired with tailored ck trousers, she carried herself with a professional aura. Her makeup was impable, and her hair flowed in elegant waves.


    Her transformation was striking. Gone was the girl-next-door charm. In its ce stood a woman radiating confidence. When Jordyid eyes on Brenna, he was momentarily stunned. This wasn’t the Brenna he had known six months ago. She was no longer the timid girl who had quietly endured one humiliation after another in the Barrett household. In the past, Brenna’s wardrobe had been all simple white tees, jeans, and worn sneakers. She hadn’t been looking this radiant before.


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    Wearing a navy-blue suit, Joe followed Brenna, a ck briefcase in hand. He looked polished and business-ready.


    As he and Brenna entered the private room, neither of them bothered with greetings. Without a word, they sat down.


    Isabe, never one to hide her disdain, seized the moment to throw a jab. “Well, well, well, Ms. Harper. Quite the entrance. No greetings, no pleasantries. Are you really here to discuss a business deal with us? I don’t see even a shred of sincerity in you.”


    Jordy chuckled lightly and turned to Brenna. “Brenna, it’s been a while. You’ve grown even more beautiful than I remember.”


    Brenna sensed Jordy’s ulterior motives and met his gaze with a cool detachment. “Thank you for thepliment. Now, let’s get to the point. I don’t have time for small talk.”


    “Oh, give me a break,” Isabe scoffed, her words dripping with venom. “Don’t act like you are from some rich family. We all remember you back then—scrubbing floors, cooking meals, and cleaning up after everyone in the Barrett house. You were practically a maid. So quit the act. The fact that we’re even willing to work with you is a favor.”


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