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    Shepard nodded thoughtfully, his eyes studying Rosie. “Of course, I’ll see to it that they’re returned,” he said, though he couldn’t help but notice Rosie had be cunning. By merely bringing up Brenna’s birthday celebration, she had deftly maneuvered to reim her shares.


    He had clearly underestimated her.


    Brenna caught Rosie’s eye, and for a fleeting moment, a spark of resentment flickered in Rosie’s gaze.


    Brenna averted her eyes discreetly, her mind racing as she calcted Rosie’s stake in the Harper Group. If her estimates were correct, Rosie already held seven percent. With her previous shares reinstated, that could climb to ten percent, perhaps more. That was a significant holding, surpassing even hers. The thought stirred a quiet unease in Brenna.


    Despite Rosie’s recent setbacks, losing severalpanies and a fortune, she was far from destitute. Brenna realized Rosie had been skillfully ying the victim, trying to tug at everyone’s heartstrings. Dayster, Rosie arranged another meal with Gracie.


    This time, Gracie’s demeanor was noticeably warmer toward Rosie, her earlier frostiness thawed by Rosie’s disy of resilience.


    Even after bankruptcy, Rosie had staged a remarkableeback.


    Herpanies, expected to fetch a mere ten million, had been sold well above market value. Gracie found herself reassessing Rosie’s proposition with fresh eyes.


    She believed that Rosie was, without a doubt, more resourceful and capable than most.<fnec1d> Official source is find{n}ovel</fnec1d>


    Gracie recognized Rosie’s potential now. “What do you need from me?” she asked.


    Rosie, buoyed by her recent sesses, was in high spirits. Her ns were unfolding seamlessly. Hiring assassins had proven simpler than anticipated. After she had announced a generous reward, elite experts had lined up eagerly. Hervish offer had clearly done the trick.


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    Rosie offered Gracie a serene smile. “Nothing, just thought we could enjoy a meal together.”


    She knew Gracie was no ordinary heiress. Gracie was sharp, forward-thinking, and cautious to a fault. Outsmarting her would demand meticulous strategy.


    Beaming with quiet triumph, Rosie said, “I’m in a wonderful mood. I now hold seven percent of the Harper Group’s shares. In a few days, they’ll give me back the shares they took from me, bringing my total to eleven percent. I couldn’t wait to share the good news and celebrate with someone.”


    “Congrattions,” Gracie said, her curiosity piqued as she leaned forward slightly. “How did you manage to get the Harper family to ept you again?”


    Rosie’s lips curled into an enigmatic smile. “Well, let me tell you…”


    The two lingered over their meal, savoring wine and light conversation, theirughter weaving through the air.


    Soon, Brenna’s birthday arrived.


    Rather than taking the day to celebrate, Brenna headed to the office as usual, her routine unshaken by the asion.


    As she stepped into the lobby in the morning, she crossed paths with Alec, who was practically radiating cheer.


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