RedNovelChapter 625: As soon as Rosie left, the boardroom exploded into a flurry of murmurs. Eyes turned to Ethan and Ernst, desperate for answers on how they planned to save the Harper Group. No one seemed to take Rosie's threat seriously.
Once the chatter simmered down, Ernst calmly addressed the room, saying, "Relax, everyone. These rumors have no substance. Our PR team is already handling damage control, and we will hold a press conference shortly. The lies will crumble on their own, and the Harper Group's stocks will bounce back. Hold tight to your shares. Don't let fear push you into panic-selling." Although a trace of doubt still hung in the air, the tension in the room noticeably eased. Malcolm broke the silence. "Ernst, please give us sdetails. What's your plan to save the Harper Group?" Ernst looked at his phone and saw a message from Ethan confirming that the Mitchell Group had just pumped twenty billion into stabilizing the Harper Group's stocks.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA spark of renewed confidence flickered across Ernst's features. "Mr. Mitchell and I go way back. With his help, the Harper Group will surely pull through." He carefully bit back any mention of Brenna's mysterious supporter. Since she insisted on keeping it a secret, he had no choice but to disclose nothing about it.
To the shareholders, Ethan's involvement was a golden guarantee. After all, as the richest man on the planet, Ethan could easily toss around billions to save the Harper Group.
Grateful glances shot in Ethan's direction, though a few eyes gleamed with plans of offloading their shares directly to him.
The meeting dragged on well past noon. Shepard and Ernst made their way out to prepare for the press conference after the meeting, leaving Brenna and Dalton to handle everything else.
At lunch, the Harper family invited Ethan to join them, but he politely declined and offered to treat Brenna to a meal alone.
"Why didn't you askfor help? Why turn to someone else?” Ethan asked, clearly upset as he and Brenna sat in the elegant restaurant, his expression tinged with hurt.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrenna hesitated. She had considered turning to him first, but the thought of stretching his liquidity thin or disrupting his ongoing projects made her reconsider.
More than that, she didn't want to owe him any more favors. She still hadn't properly thanked him for saving her in Plieca.
Brenna struggled to find the right words. After a long, heavy pause, she finally said, "I didn't want to depend on you all the time. It makeslook... incompetent." Ethan looked at her, then let out a soft, resigned sigh. "If not me, then you would just end up owing someone else. You still owe someone a favor. Favors always cwith a price. I would rather you troublethan anyone else. Now tell me—who helped you? I will repay them for you."
Brenna shook her head firmly. "There is no need for that. have already e promised them something in return."
In a private dining room of a luxury restaurant, Rosie shot daggers across the table at the at the man and m woman before her, her patience frayed to a thread. "You're absolutely useless! Couldn't even find your voice when it mattered. What good are you?"
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