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    Answering, she heard Rosie’s voice. “Miss Wilson, I heard you’re about to head the Mitchell Group’s venture capital division?”

    Gracie knew Rosie wasn’t one for casual chats; this was about business. Her tone cooled as she responded politely, “It’s not confirmed yet.”

    Rosie gave a softugh. “I’m aware Ethan and the three vice presidents are opposing your leadership on this project. Are you interested in securing the project manager role?”

    Gracie bristled at Rosie’s patronizing tone, which felt like an offer of pity.

    “What’s it to you?” she shot back, irritation creeping in.

    “I have a way to ensure you get the project manager position. With your skills, holding onto it would be no issue. So, Miss Wilson, want to hear me out?” Rosie said.

    Gracie knew she wasn’t guaranteed the role, and no one at thepany was advocating for her. After thirty seconds of weighing her options, she decided to see what Rosie was proposing. “Alright, what’s your n?” she said.

    Early sunlight streamed across the sidewalk as Brenna’s bodyguard pulled up to the curb and let her out of the car. She spotted Gracie making her way over at a brisk pace, and they walked to the entrance of thepany at the same time.

    After a nce, Brenna saw that the swelling on Gracie’s face had disappeared, her recovery surprisingly swift.

    A look full of venom shed in Gracie’s eyes, impossible to miss. Brenna met her gaze with an icy stare, radiating an intimidating aura.

    Momentster, Ethan’s car glided to a stop at the entrance, and he emerged with an unhurried stride, heading straight for Brenna. All the bitterness in Gracie’s eyes vanished, her expression turning to one of guilt and wounded innocence. She said to Brenna in an apologetic tone, “Miss Harper, I’m so sorry for what happened yesterday. Please forgive me. I waspletely out of line. I swear it will never happen again.”

    Tears began to spill down her cheeks, and passersby were startled by the scene, all looking at Gracie and Brenna. To anyone watching, Gracie’s pitiful act made it look like Brenna had been bullying her.

    Picking up on the stares and hushedments swirling around them, Gracie went further, dropping to her knees at Brenna’s feet. “It was all my fault yesterday, Miss Harper. Please don’t hold it against me. I know you’re unhappy with me because I have feelings for Ethan. But he’s not married. Doesn’t that mean anyone can pursue him? You can’t expect me to back off just because you two are together.”

    The way onlookers eyed Brenna made it clear they saw her as possessive, believing she was unreasonable for stopping other women from trying to win over Ethan simply because she was dating him.

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    Brenna recognized exactly what Gracie was trying to do. “I never told you that you were forbidden from going after Ethan. You have every opportunity to pursue him. After all, you two already share the same floor at work, which makes things easier for you, doesn’t it? I am not standing in your way. But since you failed to make him choose you, you think you can just make me step aside and hand him over to you by doing this?”

    Shock registered on Gracie’s face, her mouth falling open as she stared at Brenna. Why was Brenna so sharp with her tongue? Not only was she strong, but she was also sharp with her words.

    Ethan, already reading between the lines, saw through Gracie. “If you want to pursue someone, that’s your decision. No one is trying to stop you. Now, get up; you should have some self-respect.”

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