Chapter 769
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Only after Ethan’s car disappeared into the distance did Tina finally slide into her seat.
She wasn’t ready to let go of Ethan. Not yet.
But right now, she didn’t have a move to play. If Rosie, who had more advantages and a stronger connection with Ethan, couldn’t win his heart, what chance did she have?
Still, she refused to give up.
Why should she?
She couldn’t understand what Ethan saw in Brenna.
Was it Brenna’s beauty?
Tina glanced down at her own figure. She knew she turned heads—every man at the gala had looked at her. Everyone except Ethan. He acted like she didn’t even exist.
“What do you think, love? Isn’t my plan genius?” Rosie cozied up to Maxley, her face lit with a fawning grin.
Maxley’s hand grazed her collarbone before he leaned in, kissing her deeply, his expression one of pure contentment. “It’s perfect. You’re my lucky star. Since we tied the knot, everything’s fallen into place. Even my so-called brother nearly landed behind bars. It’s all thanks to you.”
Rosie’s laugh was charming. “Then you’d better heed my advice more. I’ll make sure you claim that crown.”
Maxley nodded, his eyes tracking Ethan’s car as it blended into the flow of traffic and disappeared.
“But what about Denis…” Maxley’s voice carried a hint of unease. “He hasn’t fully committed to us yet.”
“Isn’t everything going according to plan? Relax, I’ve got it handled. The Harper Group and the Mitchell Group will be ours sooner or later,” Rosie assured him, brimming with confidence.
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At the start of the workweek, Brenna stepped into her office to find that Lorna had already spruced up the space. On her desk sat four cans of Heteron coffee beans, the same brand her friend always sent her.
Lorna greeted her with a bright smile. “Brenna, the coffee beans arrived—ten cans this time. As you asked, six are for you, and four are for Mr. Mitchell. Want to drop them off yourself, or should I handle it?”
Usually, Lorna wouldn’t bother Brenna with such tasks, but she figured Brenna might want a reason to swing by the top floor and see Ethan.
Brenna’s lips curved slightly at the sight of the familiar packaging. “I have a lot to do this morning. I’ve got a meeting with the robotic arm manufacturer to prep for. Could you take them to the top floor for me? Just hand them to Alani or Neville.”
“No problem; I’ll head up soon,” Lorna replied. She returned shortly with a tote bag, packed the four cans inside, and set off.
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