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    “Yes, you have a business dinner in thirty minutes. We should leave now,” the secretary replied.


    Jayceon gave a tired nod and followed his secretary downstairs.


    Having been caught up in several hours of meetings, he hadpletely forgotten about Rosie waiting for him. As the elevator doors opened, he spotted her slumped on a lobby sofa, her gaze fixed on him.


    He immediately remembered the matter, but by then, it was toote to escape her.


    Rosie rushed over, her face etched with desperation. “Jayceon, you’re finally here! They wouldn’t let me in, said you didn’t want to see me.”


    Jayceon let out a heavy sigh, his expression guarded. He had already promised Ethan he wouldn’t help Rosie and had even coborated with him to sideline herpanies.


    Her approaching him now felt almost absurd.


    “I’ve got a business dinner. Whatever it is, we’ll talk tomorrow,” he said curtly.


    Rosie’s voice trembled with hurt. “Jayceon, you’ve changed. We were close once. Why are you shutting me out now? You won’t even meet with me.” Her distress was palpable—she had no one else left to turn to.


    In this moment of istion, abandoned by everyone, she felt the world had turned its back on her.


    But Jayceon’s face remained impassive, unmoved by her plea.


    “I’m sorry; I have to go,” he said, his tone final.


    Rosie grabbed his sleeve, her voice breaking. “Please, Jayceon, don’t walk away. You’re myst hope. Just listen to me, I’m begging you…”


    Unfazed, Jayceon stood firm. “I’m not interested in buying yourpanies. Please leave, and don’te back.”


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    His secretary stepped in, gently but firmly pulling Rosie away.


    Rosie watched as Jayceon’s cold figure receded, her anger ring.


    Brenna had ruthlessly cut off all her paths forward, pushing her to the brink of despair.


    Tears streaming down her face, Rosie drove home. At her residential area’s entrance, a mob of unpaid employees confronted her, some sprawled on the ground, others waving banners, and a few shouting through megaphones.


    Security barred them from entering, leaving them to protest at the gate. Spotting the crowd from afar, Rosie tried to slip in through another entrance, only to find it blocked by people as well. With no other option, she decided to leave.


    Someone noticed her car and yelled, “There’s Rosie!”


    “Pay us!”


    “Pay us!”


    The chants grew louder, and some employees chased her vehicle.


    Just then, a loud bang echoed as a rock smashed the car’s rear windshield.


    Terrified, Rosie was grateful they didn’t know about her other properties in Shirie.


    She quickly called Rachael, asking her toe over.


    Soon after Rosie reached her seldom-used house, Rachael arrived.


    Seeing Rosie’s red-rimmed eyes and distraught expression, Rachael felt for her.<fn4a79> Find the newest release on find·novel</fn4a79>


    “Miss Harper, things aren’t going well for you?”


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