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    She handed one invitation to Ethan and then distributed the others to the three vice presidents. Although they were only vice presidents in thepany, they were prominent figures in Shirie, and Gracie understood the importance ofworking.


    “Alright, I’ll attend,” Ethan replied. Though he didn’t explicitly ask Gracie to leave, his tone implied it.


    Gracie wanted to say many things to Ethan, but she kept them to herself for the moment.


    “I’ll wait outside for you. There are still some important things I want to discuss with you. Ethan, you previously agreed to help me with things. Also, regarding yesterday, I want to say something to you.” Her words quickly made the three vice presidents sense they should probably step out.


    With a nod, Ethan responded, “Give me thirty minutes. ni, please show Gracie to her office so she can rest until I’m free.”


    Wide windows framed the Shirie skyline as Gracie lingered at the edge of her office, gazing down at the cityscape of Shirie, silently crying. A sharp knock sounded, and Ethan entered, his face unreadable.


    Startled, Gracie brushed away her tears, forcing a strained smile before pivoting to greet him.


    She quickly approached him, her eyes filled with sincerity as she looked into his. But what she saw in Ethan’s eyes startled her; there was a distance there, a cold detachment. She knew he didn’t like women who made trouble for no reason.


    Making things right suddenly felt urgent. With Brenna out of the picture, hope flickered that she could repair whatever cracks had formed between herself and Ethan. Determined not to repeat past mistakes, she silently promised to tread more carefully from now on.


    With sincerity, she said, “Ethan, I owe you an apology for yesterday. My rudeness toward Miss Harper was inappropriate. It’s my fault your rtionship ended.”


    Ethan noticed that Gracie’s eyes were red and swollen. He was taken aback. In his memory, Gracie had always been an optimistic and confident woman. In all the years he had known her, the only time he had seen her cry was when he had rejected her confession of love.


    Gracie was the only daughter of the Wilson Group’s CEO; she was a woman of striking beauty, intelligence, and talent. Her life had been a continuous parade of admirers, none ever capturing her genuine interest.


    She carried herself with the grace and confidence of someone untouchable. Nothing had ever seemed capable of breaking her spirit.


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    “Has something happened?” Ethan inquired, sensing the shadow of sorrow lingering in her expression.


    Gracie shook her head, yet her tears betrayed her, spilling unchecked down her face despite her efforts to hold them back. Her voice wavered as she said, “I’m truly sorry, Ethan. I never thought my actions would drive you and Miss Harper apart. Forgive me, please.”


    Ethan sensed something amiss. Even if Gracie had intentionally driven a wedge between Brenna and him, she wouldn’t cry like this.


    “You’re keeping something from me, aren’t you?” Ethan asked. Although he felt a surge of disappointment, he knew Gracie well enough to understand she wasn’t the type to lower herself for a man. Even when he had rejected her confession of love in the past, she had handled it with grace and dignity.


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