Chapter 793
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Maxley let out a silent sigh, disappointment flickering across his face. It was obvious the Harper family wasn’t interested in helping him and Rosie. Still, he needed their support, along with the Mitchell Group’s.
He said, “Mr. Harper, let’s keep family matters out of this for now. I have several projects that could bring substantial benefits to the Harper Group. Help me out, and I’ll return the favor. It’s a win-win. What do you think?”
Giselle saw that Shepard was starting to hesitate, but she had no desire to get involved with Maxley or Rosie. She stood up and said, “I’ll go check on lunch. You talk.”
She led Brenna out with her.
Brenna had no interest in interfering in the matter, either. In the end, it was Shepard’s choice to make.
In the kitchen, Brenna put on disposable gloves and took a bite of a drumstick without much thought.
“Honestly, if Maxley’s proposals turn out to be lucrative, we could use them to our advantage. We could even use it as a chance to screw them over,” Brenna spoke in a calm, measured tone.
“You’re no different from your father and Ernst, always putting profit before everything else,” Giselle said, clearly displeased. “I don’t think it’s the right call. Rosie is selfish. Haven’t you realized? She never does anything unless it benefits her, and she has never genuinely cared about this family. After what happened to Luther, she didn’t express a shred of guilt. She didn’t even mention it today. Even your father, who usually puts money first, didn’t budge; that should tell you how disappointed he is in her.”
Brenna sighed lightly. “I’m not getting involved. Whatever Dad decides is up to him.”
Giselle gave a firm nod. “We have no use for her money or her so-called business proposals.”
Outside, the conversation was still going, but it was clear things weren’t going smoothly.
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“Out, now!” Shepard’s voice boomed through the hall.
Moments later, Brenna caught sight of Rosie and Maxley being led out by security.
She and Giselle stepped out of the kitchen.
“Don’t get angry. It’ll just raise your blood pressure. These kinds of people aren’t worth it,” Giselle said gently, trying to soothe Shepard.
Shepard was still fuming. “My father used to cherish Rosie. When he passed, she didn’t even cry and went straight to arguing over the inheritance. We treated her like our own daughter before. But did you know what she just said? She said that we had never genuinely cared about her. How could she say something like that?”
He sank into the sofa, his anger mounting with each word.
Giselle remained by his side, doing her best to calm him down.
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