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The moment this information hit the public, everyone in Shirie would look down on her.
Austen had a gut feeling Ernst was holding something back, but he knew Ernst wouldn’t tell him everything.
“Mr. Harper, are you absolutely certain about this?” he asked.
Something told him Ernst mighte to regret this move in the future. Rosie used to be a regr in Ernst’s office, and everyone at thepany knew just how much he had cared for her. Now that things hade to this, Austen felt the need to double-check.
What if Ernst ended up regretting this?
“Yeah,” Ernst said. “She’s the one who dragged the past into the spotlight and tried to stain the Harper name. If that’s the game she wants to y, then fine, I won’t hold back.”
Rosie applied her lipstick with deliberate care, her eyes admiring the wless reflection staring back at her in the mirror.
Out in the living room, Maxley nced at the phone lighting up again, then fading to ck, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Three back-to-back calls from Ernst—he had to be trying to make amends. Clearly, the Harper family was starting to sweat.
He strolled into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around Rosie from behind. “Rosie, your n was genius. Ernst has already called me three times trying to patch things up.”
Rosie turned in his arms andced her arms behind his neck. “Don’t bother with him. The Harper family cares more about appearances than anything. Back when I went after the Harper Group shares, they didn’t even dare tell the public what had really happened. They hate me, sure, but they still shielded my image to protect their own.”
She then traced slow circles on his shirt with one finger. “That’s why I’ve got the Harper Group right where I want them. They’ll fold. They have no other option.”
Maxley nodded, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. “Darling, you’re the smartest woman I know. What do you want to do today?”
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Rosie linked arms with him and led the way out. “Let’s head to Dalton’s concert. We can surprise the Harper family with this.”
Maxley casually grabbed the handbag and phone from the armrest, stuffed the phone into the bag, and left the house with Rosie.
As their car pulled away, they sat side by side in the backseat, quietly ironing out the finer points of their next move.
Confidence lit up Rosie’s face. “Dalton’s a national icon. Tonight, that stadium will be packed with about eighty thousand fans. I want to air the Harper family’s dirtyundry right in front of them, and his fans will turn against him. Let his reputation crumble with the Harper family’s. That’s what they get for turning down my demands.”
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