Chapter 290
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Brenna stepped in and blocked Rosie’s path. “You’re not going anywhere. You still haven’t transferred your shares to me. The agreement we signed is legally binding.”
Rosie, who had hoped to slip away quietly, exploded in anger. “I’ve already lost everything. Do you want to drive me to my death? I’m telling you now—I’m not handing over those shares. Let’s see what you can do about it!”
She shoved Brenna with all her strength, but Brenna didn’t even move. “If you’re not handing over the shares, you are not leaving,” Brenna said.
Ernst said through gritted teeth, “If she gives up the shares, she’ll have nothing left! Brenna, don’t be so cruel.”
“When she hired thugs to come after me, she was cruel and didn’t hold back. Why can’t I treat her the same way?” Brenna retorted bluntly.
Ernst and Rosie looked around at the rest of the Harper family, hoping someone would speak up for them. But not a single person did.
Rosie took in the scene and seared it into memory. The Harper family was heartless. One day, she would make sure the Harper Group crumbled.
With no other choice, Rosie made a phone call. Not long after, Rachael arrived, carrying a stack of documents.
Rosie quickly signed her name to transfer her shares, then stormed out without looking back.
“Unbelievable!” Shepard glared at Rosie’s retreating figure. “I cared for that girl all these years, only for her to be like this!”
Ableson nodded. “She really is a disappointment. I never imagined she’d stoop so low and try to create tension between Audrey and Brenna over Ethan.”
He then turned to Audrey. “How long have you been in a relationship?” he asked.
Audrey smiled. “It’s been over three years. I’ll bring my boyfriend over to meet you, Mom, and my brother when the time’s right.”
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Giselle sighed. “No wonder Ethan kept his distance from Rosie. Maybe he saw through her from the start.”
Brenna glanced at the transfer papers on the table but didn’t reach for them. Without a word, she turned and headed upstairs.
But just as Brenna took a couple of steps, Giselle stopped her. “We agreed the shares would go to you. Sign the documents. We’re not like Ernst and Rosie. We keep our word.”
Ableson walked over to Brenna, opened the signing area, and handed her the pen. “Go ahead and sign. If Rosie ever dares to hurt you again, I’ll make sure she faces legal consequences.”
Without further ado, Brenna signed her name.
She was now a shareholder of the Harper Group. From now on, she would be attending the Harper Group’s shareholder meetings.
The thought alone was satisfying.
After spending so many years with the Barrett family, working day and night designing cars without ever receiving shares or even a proper salary, Brenna felt it was surreal to gain a stake in the Harper Group so easily.
Would there really be dividends at the end of the year?
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