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    She posted a task carrying a two-million-dor reward.


    The details, of course, were hidden—only those who epted the task would get the information.


    Within two hours, someone had epted the task.


    By Monday, Ethan was back in the boardroom, leading a high-level meeting to discuss the coboration between the Chapman Group and the Mitchell Group.


    “Mr. Burke, update us on the progress,” Ethan said, eager to hear how Henley had handled Gracie’s former responsibilities.


    “Yes, Mr. Mitchell. The talks have stalled. The vice president of the Chapman Group isn’t satisfied with our pricing. She insists their chips are globally advanced and demands a ten percent increase in the price.”


    Ethan immediately said, “We can’t agree to that. At that price, we’re better off buying from Bluepeak Chips. Their products outperform the ones from the Chapman Group.”


    Henley said, “Mr. Mitchell, negotiations are at a deadlock. The Chapman Group won’t lower its price, and Miss Wilson’s quote is also high with poor cost-effectiveness. Maybe it’s time we consider working with BluePeak Chips instead.”


    Ethan said, “That would raise our costs significantly and eat into our margins. Our products target the mid-to-low market—we can’t afford that.”


    Just then, Rex entered and bent slightly to whisper to Ethan. “Mr. Mitchell, the vice president of the Chapman Group has just been in a serious car ident in Plomond. A dump truck overturned at an intersection and crushed her car. It’s unlikely she survived.”


    A young woman’s eyes sparkled with delight as she joined the lively crowd. “Isn’t that Dalton? Oh my goodness, I absolutely adore him!” she eximed, unable to contain her excitement at seeing him in his dashing groomsman attire. She shouted his name with fervor.<fn4041> The source of th?s content is FindN()vel</fn4041>


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    Dalton, catching her gaze, offered a warm wave and a charming smile that only fueled her excitement.


    Boldly, the woman called out to him, “Dalton, how much do they pay you to be a groomsman today? Could I book you for my wedding?” Her question sparked a wave ofughter from the onlookers.


    Her friend, equally charmed by Dalton’s charisma, teased her yfully, “Are you serious? Do you have that kind of money?”


    Dalton, in a good mood, responded with a grin, “It’s a family wedding today, so I’m here out of love, not for a fee.”


    His kind words sent the young woman into a flurry of joy. “Dalton actually spoke to me!” she squealed, her face glowing as she hurried closer. “Can we take a photo together, please?”


    “Absolutely,” Dalton replied graciously, posing patiently as several young women eagerly lined up for photos.


    Meanwhile, Ethan, another striking figure among the groomsmen, drew whispers from the crowd. “Look at him—he’s even more dashing than a celebrity. Who could he be?”


    “I’ve seen him before—on the cover of a finance magazine. I think he is the CEO of some major corporation!”


    “Have you seen those groomsmen? Absolutely handsome!”


    “Did you hear? The gifts they brought include multiple property deeds and two luxury cars! The Richardson’s daughter is truly living the dream.”


    “I’m so jealous! I’ll never see that kind of wealth in my lifetime!”


    Despite the Harper family’s efforts to keep the matter low-key, news of the extravagant gifts spread like wildfire online.


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