Chapter 69
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Rosie’s smirk faltered. She let out a snort and sat down, realizing she had no awards of her own to counter Brenna’s claim.
But so what? She had studied abroad and earned a master’s in finance. That was something.
Earlier, she had noticed that Brenna had a finance degree, too. A slow, calculating smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Even if Brenna ended up with money and the company shares in the future, she would guide her into bad investments, subtly influencing her decisions. Then, when the time was right, she would find a way to make Brenna hand over her shares entirely.
“Don’t get too smug,” Rosie muttered. “It’s still uncertain who will come out on top.”
Ernst felt irritated as he watched Brenna’s composed, almost smug demeanor. She had deliberately brought out her graduation and award certificates and put them on display for everyone to see. He knew exactly what she was doing. She had made him feel embarrassed.
His impression of Brenna worsened. This so-called sister of his wasn’t just wasteful—throwing around money without considering the family’s feelings; she was also very arrogant. But what really bothered him was how she had readily accepted the shares being offered to her, as if they had always belonged to her. The entitlement, the greed—it was all too obvious.
Unable to hold back, Ernst asked Brenna, “And what if you don’t win?”
“Simple. If I don’t win, I’ll give up every single share Dad, Grandpa, and you gave me. I won’t take a penny from the family. Not now, not ever,” Brenna responded without hesitation.
She let out a cold laugh and added, “Isn’t that what you want?”
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Ernst’s intentions had been laid bare, but he didn’t flinch. He met her gaze with unwavering confidence and said, “You better keep your word.”
Luther shot Ernst a sharp look. “As an older brother, why can’t you be more accommodating to your sister? You’re pushing her to give up all her rights. Fine. If that’s how it’s going to be, then I have a request, too. If she wins first place, you have to step down from your position at the Harper Group!” he said in a commanding voice.
As an elder, he held back from saying anything harsher, but his disappointment was clear.
Shepard nodded in agreement. He also believed Ernst’s attitude was wrong, and it was time he learned a lesson.
Ernst’s expression darkened. His grip tightened around his fork as he shot Brenna a look of pure distaste. Because of her, he now stood to lose his position as vice president of the Harper Group.
Across the table, Rosie glared at Brenna, her eyes burning with determination. There was no way she was going to let Brenna win. Not if it meant Ernst losing his place in the company.
Before the tension could escalate further, Giselle stood up and calmly began removing the certificates from the table. “Enough, everyone. Stop arguing. Let’s eat.”
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