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    The truth hit Rosie like a p—she had no evidence, nothing but Luther’s verbal assurances. Now that he was gone, the painful realization dawned on her: she had been yed by Luther. Enraged and heartbroken by the betrayal, she decided to im what she believed was rightfully hers.


    Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she wept openly before the assembly, her sobs a silent plea for the outsiders to witness how the Harper family was ruthlessly targeting her.


    She had given Isabe a secret mission: to discreetly record everything. Even if her attempt failed, the harsh reality of the Harper family’s merciless tactics would be exposed to the world.


    Around her, mockingughter reverberated. This only fueled her determination to bring down the Harper Group.


    Shepard, Ernst, and Brenna exchanged knowing looks. They were keenly aware that despite the undercurrent of dissent, a significant majority still staunchly backed the Harper Group. Those wishing for its copse were a stark minority.


    As the room finally settled into a tense silence, Ernst took control of the meeting again. “We’re all shareholders here,” he began, his voice steady andmanding. “None of us wants to see the Harper Group’s stock continue to plummet. How can we reverse this trend? Any thoughts?”


    The room erupted into a cacophony of voices, each person throwing in their two cents, while Rosie, tears streaming down her face, was tantly ignored.


    It was only after the tears had dried on her cheeks that Rosie texted Isabe, urging her to execute their n swiftly.


    However, faced with the imposing presence of the affluent attendees, Isabe hesitated.


    Her hands, slick with sweat, clutched her phone tightly as she checked thetest stock updates. To her disbelief, the Harper Group’s shares were climbing.


    She was dumbfounded. Wasn’t Rosie supposed to have unleashed a wave of bad press to throw the investors into chaos? So why, in the world, was the stock price soaring instead of crashing?


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    Seething with frustration at Isabe’s uselessness during such a critical moment, Rosie decided to take matters into her own hands. She stepped forward and eximed, “Sweet words won’t save the Harper Group! Two straight days of limit-down freefalls, tens of billions wiped out like smoke! Sell your shares now if you don’t want to walk away penniless!”


    As expected, a ripple of fear swept through the gathering. The older shareholders, still fumbling with their outdated phones, didn’t know how to check the stock prices. They believed Rosie.


    The room was filled with family—fathers and sons, siblings gathered close. The elders hovered over the younger ones, squinting at stock charts they barely understood, watching jagged lines spike and dip.


    Those who understood the graphs wore somber faces, though a faint glimmer of optimism remained; today’s fluctuations were a slight improvement over yesterday’s brutal freefall.


    Rosie stood with her arms crossed, her smug gaze sweeping the room. The fear etched on every face fueled her confidence.


    At the market’s opening, the Harper Group’s stocks had nosedived, wiping out billions in moments. Who wouldn’t be rattled?


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