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    Still burning with rage, he asked, “What about Gracie’s shares? How do you n to deal with those?”


    “You don’t need to worry about it,” Brenna shot back. “It’s Gracie’s call, not yours. She doesn’t have to sell them to you.”


    Waldo seethed. He had never expected her to be such a skilled fighter, taking out more than twenty bodyguards as if she were swatting flies.


    Next time their paths crossed, he would make sure she got what wasing to her.


    Brenna flicked her eyes toward the upstairs hallway, her voice soft but pointed.


    “Mindy’s studying at Maplewood Elementary, right? Word is she’s doing great. Teachers say she’s smart and cute.”


    Waldo’s heart sank like a stone. He shot her a death re. “Youy a finger on my daughter, and I’ll burn your whole world down!”


    Brenna smirked, unfazed. “You’ve only signed the divorce papers; you haven’t sealed the deal. On Monday, you need to go with Gracie to finalize the divorce. Drag your feet, and I might just take Mindy for a little joyride.”


    Waldo clenched his jaw, staring daggers at her. He knew she wasn’t bluffing. “You’re a real looker, Miss Harper, but your heart’s ck as coal.”


    Brenna let out a sharpugh. “ck as coal? That’s riching from you. You were ready to kill your pregnant wife just now. My tricks are nothingpared to that. And besides, you haven’t even seen how ruthless I can get. Want to find out?”


    “You win,” Waldo muttered. His eyes then dropped to Gracie’s belly. “Are you keeping that child?”


    Gracie shot him a look that could freeze fire. “None of your damn business.”


    She grabbed the signed papers and stormed out.


    Brenna, Gary, and Felix trailed behind her.


    On the way back, Gracie turned to Brenna. “How’d you know where Mindy goes to school?”


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    Brenna kept her cool, her voice steady. “Waldo’s a vicious person, always ying dirty. I wouldn’t have been able to help you if I hadn’t done my homework.”


    Gracie nodded, quietly impressed. Brenna was sharp as a razor, bold as brass, and cool under pressure. No wonder Ethan was in love with her.


    “Thanks,” Gracie said. “Will you apany me on Monday?”


    Brenna gave a nod. “Yeah. I have a sit-down with Gerardo now. You want to tag along or head back to the Empire Hotel?”


    Gracie mulled it over. “I’ll go back to the hotel. I don’t want to disturb your work.”


    Brenna hummed in acknowledgment, reaching into her bag. “I drew up a share transfer agreement for you. Take a look.” She handed Gracie the document.


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