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    “Yeah. Let’s go.” Brenna, fed up with Rosie’s charade, nodded right away. As Dalton stood, Rosie’sposure finally cracked. Panic shed across her face. “Wait! Fine, I’ll spill. I want Maxley to perform a song and give a speech at your concert to gather support for his campaign for the throne.”

    Now, the real negotiation had begun, but Brenna wanted no part of it. She leaned over to Giselle and whispered, “Let’s get out of here for a while, Mom.” Giselle gently set her fork down and offered a calm smile. “You all carry on without us. We’ll take a walk.”

    Rosie shifted uneasily in her seat, realizing Giselle had no intention of getting tangled up in this and wouldn’t help her convince Dalton.

    Dalton might not have been involved in the family’s business, but he had an uncanny ability to see through people’s motives and spot a shady deal from a mile away.

    His rtionship with Rosie had never been particrly warm. While Ernst had adored Rosie, Dalton and Rosie had shed many times as kids. He had never hesitated to use her of being maniptive, and Rosie still remembered everything clearly.

    This was why she had chosen to negotiate with Dalton directly at home instead of through his manager, hoping Giselle would help persuade him.

    “I’d like to talk to you a bit more. Can you stay a little longer?” Rosie said to Giselle, a bit panicked.

    But Giselle responded coolly and politely, “I’ll step out for a bit. Go ahead with your discussion without me. I’ll stay out of it.”

    “We’re really not much help here, since neither of us knows how the entertainment world works. Maybe Dalton’s manager should join you?” Brenna said.

    Dalton agreed with a nod, saying, “Yeah, that’s probably for the best. I’ll give my manager a call now.”

    “Don’t bother. It’s only a small concert. You don’t actually have that many fans in Plieca,” said Rosie. A rush of panic sent her hurrying over to Dalton. She snatched his phone and put it aside.

    She let out a breath and said, “This whole thing is just between us. You’ll be performing under your own name, but we’re not actually promoting you. All we want is for your influence to bring in some votes for Maxley. If your manager finds out, he’ll never let this happen.”

    Brenna rolled her eyes and scoffed, “So, Dalton’s concert is just to help Maxley gather more votes? Rosie, you never run out of ways to get what you want, even if it means using your own family.”

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    Her gaze then flicked to Dalton. “You can make your own choice. Mom and I are going to get some air.”

    Rosie clung to Giselle’s arm, her voice soft and desperate. “Mom, Dalton’s probably going to refuse. Could you please talk to him for me? Maxley and I really need his support.”

    A sharp shake of Giselle’s head followed. “I also don’t want him to agree. Why would I convince him to agree?”

    Disappointment filled her face as she looked at Rosie, who would scheme against her own family just to help Maxley.

    Did the Harper family mean nothing to her but a resource to exploit?

    Giselle now felt that all those years of raising Rosie were for nothing.

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