Chapter 614
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She wrinkled her nose. “They were both revolting.”
For some reason, she just couldn’t stand Maxley. She also didn’t like his overpowering cologne.
Ethan let out a low hum of agreement. “I don’t like him either. He is ambitious but lacks the skills to back it up. All talk, no substance. He only knows how to play dirty behind the scenes. The hotel fire—that was part of his doing.”
Brenna’s eyes narrowed. “You looked into it?”
Ethan smiled softly, and Brenna realized just how charming he was when he smiled.
“The hotel fire was orchestrated by Rosie, Edward, and Maxley. The three of them joined forces, with Rosie connecting the two.” Ethan’s expression turned serious. “Rosie has more influence in Plieca than just through Maxley and Edward. I’ve checked—she owns two companies there and has a network of people working for her. Otherwise, how could she feel so at home in Plieca?”
A thought struck Brenna. “If four billion were invested in Plieca, what would Rosie gain from it?”
Ethan replied, “She’d be able to control about a tenth of the capital flow in Plieca.”
That aligned perfectly with Brenna’s thoughts. “She’s definitely ambitious. I bet she and Maxley are entangled by mutual interests; otherwise, why would he value her so highly?”
Ethan nodded in agreement. “I heard that Maxley fought tooth and nail in front of the King to have Rosie as his wife. Rosie’s been bragging everywhere back home.”
“About becoming Maxley’s wife; it’s not just big talk. She could very well become Maxley’s wife. If, as you mentioned, the Harper Group’s four billion flows into Plieca, then with Maxley’s status as a prince, Rosie could effectively call the shots in Plieca.”
Brenna’s mind raced with possibilities. “So it seems Rosie is dead set on grabbing hold of the Harper Group’s shares. Send me what you’ve discovered so I can alert my brothers and father about this. I can’t let them fall into Rosie’s trap.”
𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣? 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙩 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺
When Brenna arrived home, she found Ernst engrossed in a heated conversation on his phone, lounging in the living room. He motioned for her to take a seat on the couch as he spoke into the receiver. “It’s about Rosie. She’s contesting Grandpa’s will and has taken legal action against all Harper Group shareholders. Uncle Carsen, let’s have a meeting tomorrow to discuss this.”
The response crackled with indignation from the other end. “What’s there even to discuss? When Luther allocated those shares, everything was by the book, complete with contracts and official seals. She won’t win this in court. Does she expect us to just return them? There’s no reason we should surrender anything. And I’m not wasting a day in court over this.”
Ernst’s expression tightened with concern as he said, “I understand, Uncle Carsen. Returning the shares isn’t on the table. But this lawsuit is dragging down the Harper Group’s stock value. It seems someone has leaked the dispute, twisting the narrative to depict us as bullies targeting an orphan. Our shares have already dropped two points, wiping out two to three billion in value.”
Brenna remained silent, absorbing the conversation until Ernst ended the call. No sooner had he turned to talk to her than his phone rang again.
He was trapped in a relentless wave of calls from other relatives.
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