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A gentle shake of Rosie’s head followed. “Wrong. You really do have a low opinion of me. I'm not here to play the
villain. I'm trying to help you, believe it or not. My goal is to see you win.”
Uncertainty still clouded Gracie’s features. Nothing about Rosie ever seemed straightforward. She believed Rosie
was scheming and malicious.
“I just want to clear my debts. | cannot see how what | am doing tonight helps with that,” Gracie said.
A sudden interruption cwhen Maxley entered the room, trailed by a sharp-looking assistant who clutched a
folder.
“Miss Wilson, a pleasure to meet you. I've heard much about you.” Maxley shook Gracie’s hand.
Gracie met his greeting with measured politeness. “Prince Maxley, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Is there
something specific you two need fromtonight?”
Taking a seat beside Rosie, Maxley exchanged a sly glance with her, a silent message passing between them.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis tone left little room for misunderstanding. “Word has it you're carrying close to ten billion in debt, Miss
Wilson. Is that true?”
A resigned sigh slipped from Gracie’s lips. “Unfortunately, that’s the truth. At this rate, | don’t know when I'll
ever pay it off.”
Maxley took the document from the secretary and handed it to Gracie. “Take a look at this.”
Flipping open the folder, Gracie’s eyes caught the bold title: “Equity Transfer Agreement.”
One glance told her everything. Rosie's sudden kindness, her recent support... It had all led to this moment: an
attempt to buy her shares of the Mitchell Group.
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Her three percent stake was nothing small, worth at least thirty billion on the open market.
Selling off those shares would wipe her debts away instantly, but it would also mean giving up her last
connection to Ethan. She had no intention of selling her shares at all.
Gracie shut the folder with finality, then handed it back to Maxley. “I'm not going to sell my shares. That's final.”
Although selling the shares would immediately clear her debts, she preferred to use the yearly dividends to
gradually pay them off.
Without missing a beat, Maxley slid the folder back and pointed out the sum printed on the page. “I'm offering
fifty billion for your three percent, Gracie. You'd be wise to think it over.”
A growing realization dawned on Gracie. Rosie and Maxley weren't simply after a few shares; they wanted a seat
at the board table, maybe even a shot at controlling the Mitchell Group.
Ambition radiated from them, and it wasn’t subtle.
Despite her resentment toward Ethan and the absence of love in their relationship, Gracie couldn’t bring herself
to harm him this way.
Handing over her shares might not topple the company, but she knew Rosie harbored a deeper grudge against
Ethan than she did.
Disaster was certain if Rosie ever got her hands on those shares; Ethan would undoubtedly suffer.
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