Chapter 667
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Ethan glanced at Maxley, rising slowly to offer a courteous but reserved handshake.
Brenna stood too, her smile thin, her demeanor cool.
“Mr. Mitchell, Miss Harper, good evening,” Maxley said, extending his hand to Ethan.
Rosie followed, reaching out her hand. “Ethan, long time no see.”
Ethan shook Maxley’s hand but ignored Rosie’s, his memory sharp with her past betrayal—she had tried to have him killed when he and Brenna had been Edward’s captives.
When he had been useless to her, she had sought his death; now, needing his influence, she played nice? Did she think he was some gullible fool?
Rosie’s expression faltered. “Ethan, can’t we move on from the past? I can apologize to you now. We’ve known each other since we were children. Must you be so unforgiving?”
Ethan agreed to meet with Rosie only out of courtesy to Maxley. He had extensive business interests scattered across Plieca—venture capital, high-end hotels, fine dining chains, luxury jewelry, and cutting-edge electronics. His portfolio also included stakes in several of the region’s top-performing companies.
Maxley’s influence in Plieca had already surpassed that of other princes, making him the strongest contender for the throne.
Ethan knew he had to show Maxley the proper respect.
If not for Maxley, he wouldn’t have even glanced Rosie’s way. He believed Rosie was cunning. Despite her occasional recklessness, everything she did served her own advancement.
In just a month, she had carved out a solid presence in Plieca. She liquidated her Harper Group shares, moved the capital, and funneled it into strategic investments across the region. With her sharp financial instincts, she had quickly become a major player in the local economy.
Even Maxley had seen what she brought to the table. He had personally returned to Vanland with her, hoping to secure support from local businesses.
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Ethan kept his expression cold. He didn’t answer Rosie.
But Rosie didn’t back down. She understood Ethan’s ties to Plieca’s royal family. As long as his business relied on that connection, she had room to negotiate. She didn’t believe he would shut her out completely.
“Ethan, don’t you think we’ve carried our old grudges long enough? I’m apologizing to you right here for what happened in Plieca. I made a mistake. Let me make it up to you. How about I bring you a project? Consider it my way of saying sorry.”
With that, she turned toward the door, took a folder from a bodyguard dressed in black, and handed it to Ethan.
“This is the project for the cross-sea bridge in Plieca. It’s a major infrastructure development. Total investment? Five hundred million dollars. Ethan, if you’re willing to accept my apology, the project is yours. We can sign the contract right here. What do you say?”
Brenna kept her expression even as she typed a few quick words into her phone. A moment later, the screen was filled with search results—dozens of Vanland construction companies were vying for this project.
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