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    Elsa didn’t seem as fond of Gracie as she had once been. She had recentlye across some gossip about Gracie—rumors about her being a mistress, getting pregnant, suffering abuse, having a miscarriage, and other negative stories.


    It left her with nothing but disgust toward Gracie. She couldn’t even stand the sight of her anymore.


    Gracie turned to Elsa, regret shing in her eyes. Chasing deals through Waldo had backfired, costing her both influence and money.


    “Mrs. Mitchell, it’s been a while since west met. How have you been?” Gracie asked Elsa in a soft tone.


    Elsa narrowed her eyes at her. “I’ve been fine,” she replied with disdain in her gaze.


    Gracie balled her fists, wounded by the chill in Elsa’s response.


    “d you’re doing okay.” She had no intention of dragging out the exchange since she realized Elsa looked down on her now.


    Just then, ni entered, carrying coffee and a te of neatly arranged fruit. Elsa turned toward ni. “Does Ethan ever take a break? Every time I stop by, he’s buried in work.”


    “Mr. Mitchell is currently in a meeting that may go on for another hour,” said ni, keeping her tone pleasant. “Enjoy some fruit and coffee while you wait for him. I can also turn on the television for you if you want.”


    ni was simply echoing what Ethan had told her to say. He wasn’t going to cut his meeting short just to entertain his mother, especially since her sudden visit was likely about Kenny.


    Elsa was displeased. “Don’t bother. I’ve got no interest in watching TV. Anyway, how are things between Ethan and Brennately?”


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    Elsa let out a coldugh. “She’s already acting like she is my son’s girlfriend? I didn’t consent to their rtionship…”


    She stopped talking, catching herself meddling again, a habit she found hard to shake.


    She said to ni, “You can leave. I’ll let you know if I need anything.”


    After ni left, Gracie felt an urge to speak with Elsa.


    “Mrs. Mitchell, Brenna’s quite impressive. You’ve heard the matter, haven’t you?”


    Elsa gave her a cold look. “Heard what?” There was no hiding the disgust in her tone. Her dislike for Brenna was mildpared to the revulsion she felt toward Gracie.


    She felt her aversion deepen as she realized Gracie was on the verge of saying something bad about Brenna behind her back.


    “Brenna has the Mitchell Group’s shares now,” said Gracie, hoping to strike a nerve. She figured Elsa wouldn’t flinch at romance gossip, but business? That was definitely something Elsa cared about.


    “Are you saying my son handed some of his shares over to Brenna?” Elsa’s voice rose as her brows drew together sharply.


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