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    Lorna cast a scornful nce at Sylvie. “Enough with the boasting. If you’re as talented as you im, why not prove it to our boss this instant? But I doubt you have it in you.”


    Sylvie was on the verge of a heated retort when a subtle, warning look from Libby made her pause and hold her tongue.


    Brenna, meanwhile, took a leisurely stroll through the fifty-seventh floor, pausing briefly outside the three interview rooms to casually inquire about the candidates’ credentials and achievements before retreating to her office.


    No sooner had she settled in than Ethan burst in, his face alight with excitement. He thrust his phone toward her. “Wonderful news—something important just happened!”


    Brenna regarded Ethan with a skeptical eye. “What could possibly have you so thrilled?”


    She took the phone, which revealed a brief news video. On the day of his coronation, the newly crowned king of Plieca was tragically gunned down as he entered the pce’s grand hall.


    The ten-second clip captured Maxley nked by two women—Rosie, resplendent in royal garb on his left, and Bonita on his right. Maxley was brimming with joy, his smile impossible to contain.


    As they waved to the gathered reporters, gunfire shattered the moment. A bullet struck Maxley, and another hit Rosie; both died on the spot.


    Pandemonium ensued, with pce guards swiftlyunching a thorough search, though no culprits had been apprehended by the time the news aired. Brenna reyed the clip several times, struggling to believe it was real.


    “Just like that, they’re gone?” Brenna murmured, returning the phone to Ethan. A pang of regret stirred within her—she had longed to kill Rosie herself for her countless misdeeds. “She got what wasing to her.”


    Ethan nodded with cool agreement. “She had iting, no doubt. How about we grab lunch to toast to justice?”


    Brenna eagerly agreed, pulling out her own phone to scour thetest headlines about Maxley and Rosie’s assassination, which dominated every major news outlet.


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    That evening, as Brenna stepped into her home, she found everyone assembled in the living room, including Ableson’s family. Their expressions were grave, and the air was thick with solemnity.


    Audrey and Lennon were present, and even Dalton had paused his hectic film schedule to return home.


    “Brenna, you’ve heard the news, haven’t you?” Shepard inquired gently.


    Brenna settled onto the plush couch, her face calm, betraying no hint of grief. “You mean the news about Rosie? Yes. Her passing is truly heartbreaking,” she said, her voice steady.


    Yet in her heart, Brenna felt no sorrow. Earlier, she had even celebrated with Ethan.


    The Harper family, unaware of Braeden’s dark orchestration of Rosie’s demise, believed it a tragic mishap, an unintended consequence of an attack meant for Maxley.<fnc> Latest content published on find(?)ovel</fnc>


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