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    Rosie nodded. “I’ll have someone dig deeper. If Gracie’s the cause of their argument, I absolutely need to meet her.”


    Rosie’s mood lifted as she glided toward the wine cab. Two crystal sses were quickly in her hands, and she poured a generous serving of red wine before returning with a graceful stride, offering one ss to Maxley.


    With a gentle chime, their sses met. “Cheers.”


    A smile tugged at Maxley’s lips as he remarked, “You have no idea what a great opportunity this is, Rosie. The Plieca royal family has built strong ties with the Wilson Group. The Wilson Group has its hands in everything—household products, cars, nes, even oil and weapons. If it brings in profit, the Wilsons are interested.”


    Excitement sparkled in Rosie’s eyes. “That’s exactly why I want to connect with Gracie. She pulled off something huge by getting Brenna out of Ethan’s life. I used to rely on Jade to deal with Brenna, but who knew she’d turn out to be so useless? She couldn’t even pull off the simplest task. Now that Gracie’s in the picture, there’s hope for my n again.”


    Their sses clinked a second time, both feeling hopeful. Maxley continued, “Plieca’s royal family treats the deal with the Wilson Group like gold. Plieca’s tiny—barely two million people, and the economy’s not even a blippared to Norview’s toppanies. That’s why no one takes Plieca seriously. Even the Wilson Group has looked down on Plieca. My father has been trying to secure a partnership with the Wilson Group for years, but he’s never seeded.”


    A knowing smile yed on Rosie’s lips. “So you’re hoping to cozy up to Gracie, too?”


    Maxley didn’t try to hide his ambition. “If I can convince Gracie to initiate a partnership with the royal family of Plieca, my father will undoubtedly pass the throne to me.”


    A spark of affection crossed his face as he pressed his lips to Rosie’s. “Wish me luck, darling. I’ll be needing it.”


    Recently, Rosie had poured her energy into winning over the Harper family’s shareholders, pitching project after project to sway their votes. Negotiations with Ernst had been constant, each conversation aimed at convincing him to invest more in Plieca to shore up Maxley’s im to the throne.


    Maxley had noticed all of Rosie’s efforts. She had barely paused for breath, darting between the city’s four most powerful families, gathering their support for his cause. He truly believed marrying Rosie was the best decision he’d ever made.


    The next day, Brenna was in her office discussing the design of the newpany building with Thiago.


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    A rough sketch took shape beneath Thiago’s pen—a rectangle where three corners bristled with office towers, and a fourth stood open.


    “My thought is to make each tower thirty-three floors. Sure, we’re small now, but with some effort, we will have seven thousand employees in a few years. We’ll need every bit of space there eventually.” With genuine conviction, Thiago looked at Brenna. “Of course, we could start smaller. Just one building, then add more as we grow. That way, we’re not biting off too much. We could have the main building up within a year, and move in the year after. No more putting up with Ethan’s nonsense here.”


    Brenna nodded, mulling over the idea. “Sounds practical. One building will work for now. But since we specialize in mechanical design, shouldn’t we think about adding a small processing nt, too?”


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