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    A weekter, fully recovered, Gracie drove to the Mitchell Group building.


    Brenna had managed her divorce, securing her substantial assets, and Gracie wanted to thank her in person.


    Brennacked for nothing, and Gracie knewvish gifts wouldn’t sway her, so she opted for premium health supplements.


    By chance, Ethan was in Brenna’s office at that time, a suitcase at his feet, while Neville and Rex waited outside, also with luggage. Gracie knocked and stepped in, catching Ethan and Brennaughing, clearly in high spirits.


    “This probably isn’t the right time for me toe here,” Gracie said, starting to retreat.


    Brenna smiled slightly. “No,e in. He is about to head to the airport.”


    Gracie’s eyes flicked to Ethan, tinged with affection. “Where are you off to?”


    Ethan, not sensing anything amiss, replied casually, “Trouble at the Norview office. I have to sort it out in person.”


    A fleeting idea crossed Gracie’s mind — maybe she could join him, get some time alone, perhaps spark something between them.


    But she quickly dismissed the thought. She had pursued him for ages with no sess; he wasn’t interested in her. Pestering him would be futile.


    A man like Ethan, focused and ambitious, wouldn’t change his mind easily.


    Her only chance would be finding some leverage over him, but that was not easy at all.


    “I’lle backter. You two talk,” Gracie said, slipping out.


    She lingered outside for ten minutes. When Ethan emerged, he looked at her as if she were a stranger. She realized then that winning his heart was impossible.


    She knew he had always been distant with people.


    But when Brenna followed him out, he turned and embraced her with a smile. “Look after yourself. I’ll bring you something nice when I get back.”


    His gaze was warm, affectionate — nothing like the cold detachment he showed Gracie.


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    Envy surged within Gracie.


    Why couldn’t she find someone like Ethan?


    The men in her life were either cruel or unfaithful — not one worth keeping.


    Despite Sandra’s polite request for advice, she secretly felt that Brenna was looking down on her.


    She had faith in her own design talent. Mentored by a celebrated designer, she had created garments for numerous affluent clients. Why wouldn’t her work attract elite customers?


    Unconvinced, she kept her doubts to herself, aware that Brenna meant well. She also valued Brenna’s perspective, given how sessfully she managed a majorpany.


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