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    Gracie then noticed Brenna shaking hands with the event’s host. The atmosphere around them was rxed and pleasant, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.


    Soon after the host departed, two other men struck up a conversation with Brenna. A wave of envy washed over Gracie. Why did Brenna attract people so effortlessly, while she had to endure thepany of someone like Waldo just to make connections?


    Gracie felt a deep bitterness stirring within her.


    While pretending to sip her drink, Gracie scanned the crowd until she spotted Rosie, who raised her ss toward her with a smile and waved her phone in the air.


    Gracie checked her phone and saw a message from Rosie.


    “Get Waldo drunk.”


    Gracie was a bit confused. Waldo was already acting handsy with her, and the thought of encouraging him to drink more made her uneasy. She feared it might lead to him doing more reckless things to her.


    Still, sheplied with Rosie’s instruction.


    Interestingly, Waldo had simr intentions. He hoped to get Gracie drunk enough to take advantage of her. Both of them kept urging each other to drink.


    Meanwhile, Brenna was pleasantly surprised by the poprity of her smart prosthetic limb technology. She had secured a project worth over a hundred million at just one charity banquet.


    Thiago soon joined her as she continued chatting with Conroy.


    As the conversations began to wind down, Brenna retrieved a check from her bag and handed it to Conroy.


    Conroy beamed. “Miss Harper, I hope you will consider visiting our factory sometime. Even though we employ many individuals with disabilities, our mechanical processing facility is state-of-the-art, with top-notch quality control. I think you will find it quite impressive.”<fn7941> Fresh chapters posted on FindN0vel</fn7941>


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    Brenna checked her schedule and agreed to visit the following Wednesday. Brenna’s business matters wrapped up, and Ellie returned with Patrick in tow. Then, Lilith joined them.


    Lilith raised her ss with a smile. “Congrattions, Brenna! I saw it all. Younded multiple deals in no time. Here’s to your sess!” Ellie clinked her ss against Brenna’s. “Congrattions!”


    Dressed in a sharp little suit and holding a ss of juice, Patrick looked every bit like a miniature adult. He raised his ss to Brenna and said, “Nice job, Brenna! Could you buy me some toys with the money you get from work?”


    Brenna chuckled and gently patted his head. “Alright.”


    Just then, someone bumped into her, spilling red wine all over her light-colored dress.


    Gracie looked at Brenna with an apologetic expression. “I’m so sorry. I slipped.”


    “Not on purpose?” Brenna narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced. Maybe if someone else had bumped into her or spilled a drink, she might’ve believed it was an ident. But with Gracie? That excuse didn’t hold water.


    Ellie stared at the soaked gown. The dress had cost a small fortune—custom-made, exclusive, and hand-stitched. Her expression twisted with anger. She raised her ss and flung the wine straight at Gracie’s chest.


    “Ah!” Gracie yelped, recoiling. “What do you think you’re doing?”


    Ellie let out a sharpugh. “Oops. My bad. I didn’t do it on purpose.”


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