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That mix of expressions didn’t quite belong on one face–at least, not without feeling unnatural,
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But Henry was born with good looks. The sharpness in his features was neatly concealed beneath gentle eyes and clean lines.
To those who didn’t really know him, this was probably the version they assumed was real.
Wendy leaned against the sofa, tapping her chin thoughtfully. She remembered the conversation she’d had
with Mario.
Henry’s approach had made her waver.
To be honest, helping Henry overturn the entire Harrison family would be far easier than helping Mario rise to power within it.
People are selfish, after all.
She had to choose the path that served her best–but she didn’t want to ruin her years–long friendship with Caesar, either.
She wanted a win–win.
Talking it through with Mario was the best option.
Back then, Mario had fallen silent for a few seconds on the phone, then slowly said, “Just as I suspected. Henry’s had enough of the Harrison family. Honestly, Alfred might’ve only come about because of the pressure they put on him. This could be his way of hitting back.”
Wendy pressed, “So? What’s your opinion?”
“What opinion could I possibly have? Even if the entire Harrison family collapsed, I could build it all back up again from the ground. Wendy, I know what’s holding you back. But I don’t have any sentimental ties to a single blade of grass in the Harrison estate. I just want to take back everything that should’ve been mine. Do what you have to do.”
The fact that Wendy had come to him at all meant she wasn’t planning to betray Caesar.
Mario continued, “But Henry… can you really trust him? When someone’s got nowhere else to turn, how can you be sure he’s not trying to drag you down with him?”
The conversation ended abruptly–Mario had been called into a meeting.
Every time Caesar was away, it was Mario holding Typhoon Corp together on his own.
Honestly, even without the Harrison Group, Mario could’ve made waves just fine in Typhoon Corp.
He was only doing this out of spite.
Outside, the sky was a dull gray. Staring at a screen all day had left Wendy’s neck sore, and the rain only made the aches worse. Eyes closed, she gently rolled her neck, the TV droning in the background with media speculation about Henry.
“Will the Harrison family merge with Moses Group? Let’s hear what our experts have to say.”
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Wendy cracked one eye open.
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So–called experts–just a few graying old men with glasses, sitting around discussing other people’s lives like they had a clue.
It was laughable.
They hadn’t lived through any of it, yet acted like they had all the answers.
If finance and life could be predicted through guesswork, why had they gone through so much hardship themselves?
“Moses Group has cleaned up its iinage overseas. Now that they’re back, I’d wager Henry’s targeting the domestic market.”
No kidding.
As the panel rambled on, Wendy found the whole thing absurd.
They claimed Henry’s actions were vengeful, that he had no emotional ties to the Harrison family. The domestic market, they added, was already carved up. With Typhoon Corp back in the game, there might not be room left for Moses Group to gain a foothold.
There was truth to that–but how would it sound in Henry’s ears?
The thought alone made Wendy scoff.
Just then, the front door opened. She quickly dropped her legs from the armrest and looked toward the
entrance.
“You’re home early?”
Chase walked in, arms full of groceries. Wendy slipped on her slippers and headed over to hug him, but he blocked her with his arm.
“Don’t. It’s pouring out. I’m soaked.”
Truth was, Chase had a slight fever. He didn’t want to risk passing it to her.
Seeing how many bags he was carrying into the kitchen, Wendy raised an eyebrow. “Are we having guests over tonight?”
“Nope.”
“Then why’d you buy so much food?”
“It’s all stuff you like. I’m making spicy boiled beef and sweet–and–sour ribs. I asked around–there aren’t any decent restaurants near Cliff Haven. The in–house cooks aren’t great either. You probably won’t enjoy the food.”
Wendy leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching as Chase unpacked everything. She laughed. “It’s a business trip, not a vacation. Food’s not that important. Everyone’s eating the same thing. I can’t expect special treatment just because I’m the boss.”
“Exactly. That’s why I’m making all your favorites today.”
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It was only a little after four, but outside looked like it was already nine or ten at night. The house glowed warmly. The kitchen filled with the comforting smell of home cooking. Wendy sat at the dining table nearby to help out.
She didn’t know how to cook–had never really learned–so she could only do small things here and there.
One of them was in the kitchen. The other was just outside. A random variety show played on TV, and the whole house hummed with life.
After a whole day of gloom, it was the first moment Wendy finally felt like herself again.
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