Chapter 237
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“I’ll drive you back now. Where is your studio located?” Ethan asked, his voice warm, a gentle smile curving on his lips.
Brenna replied, “It’s in the financial district, the same building where you picked me up last time.”
In Rosie’s office, the Harper family owned several venture capital firms. With Rosie’s background in finance and management, she had been entrusted with overseeing one of them.
Harlan looked worse than the day before. He was utterly drained, the weariness etched into his face. Moreover, he was still wearing the same clothes from the previous day, now wrinkled and disheveled. He no longer resembled the charming, carefree playboy he once was.
He slumped miserably onto the sofa in Rosie’s office as her beautiful secretary quietly placed a warm cup of coffee in front of him.
Rosie’s gaze lingered on his bandaged hand for a long moment, her voice dripping with disdain as she said, “You claimed yesterday that your fingers were cut off, and now they’ve been magically reattached?”
“The doctor treated my hand. It’s nothing serious,” Harlan replied, too exhausted to focus on such things. The Moreno Group and its assets had been seized by the prosecutor’s office. Both the company’s and his parents’ bank accounts were frozen. He couldn’t even afford his hospital bills, let alone surgery.
He and his mother were now staying at his uncle’s house, enduring their disdain.
“Miss Harper, I’m really desperate. I need your help,” Harlan said.
Rosie examined her freshly manicured nails, contemplating using Harlan to get to Brenna.
Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ
Rosie maintained a cold, distant attitude, looking down on Harlan as she sat gracefully in the executive chair. Her gaze stayed fixed on Harlan, who looked messy and sprawled out on the sofa.
“What will I gain by helping you?” she asked.
On the brink of desperation, Harlan nearly wanted to kneel to beg for her help. With the Moreno family unable to produce a single penny and his accounts frozen, he now relied on his uncle’s generosity just to get by.
He said, “Miss Harper, I can’t offer you anything. My family’s assets are tied up due to the ongoing investigation. That’s why I’m begging you now. If the Moreno family’s luck turns around, your kindness will never be forgotten.”
Raising an eyebrow in doubt, Rosie responded, “Helping you carries too much risk. Your family is involved with quite a few people. Who would want to get their hands dirty by helping you now? There’s talk of a real estate deal gone wrong, leading to fatalities and now legal troubles. Why would I involve myself in this mess?”
Aware of the scandals, Harlan came ready to negotiate, seizing the opportunity as Rosie seemed willing to hear him out. “Miss Harper, you have feelings for Mr. Mitchell, don’t you?” he asked.
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