I curved my lips into a smile.
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“And you, Mr. Graham. Meeting you in person far surpasses the rumors. As expected, you carry yourself with the grace of a
gentleman.”
He let out a soft chuckle, but there was something dark and unreadable beneath it.
“The white roses you sent the other day,” he said, gesturing to the vase on the desk, “have already bloomed.”
I raised my wrist slightly, the ruby bracelet catching the light as it sparkled.
“And I have received the bracelet you sent, Mr. Graham.”
He, in turn, studied my bracelet.
Victor Harlow might be the name everyone associated with power, but standing before me now was Graham Harlow–the eldest
son of the Willaim Harlow, Victor’s older half–brother.
My father wasn’t wrong. My engagement to Victor was deeply tied to the interests of both families. It wasn’t something that
could be undone easily.
But I knew one thing for certain: this engagement had to end.
From the moment I woke up in this second chance at life, I combed through my memories to identify a key figure.
Someone with the right standing. Someone powerful enough.
Most importantly, someone destined to die too soon.
Strictly speaking, Graham was the true heir to the Harlow Corporation. Everything Victor had should have belonged to him,
including me.
But Graham’s mother had passed away when he was young, and he was frail his entire life. Doctors once predicted he wouldn’t
live past twenty–six.
Because of this, everyone in the business world dismissed him as a placeholder, assuming Victor would inevitably inherit
everything.
In my previous life, Graham barely made it to thirty before his fragile health gave out.
And yet, he clearly had ambition.
He never married and never had children.
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But when he died, his private accounts shockingly held assets equivalent to nearly half of the Harlow Corporation’s market value.
I couldn’t begin to imagine the waves he could have made if his health hadn’t held him back.
“Miss Grant, what exactly are you trying to say?” Graham’s gaze was deep and probing.
I met his eyes and raised a brow.
“Mr. Graham, I want to work with someone who understands strategy. Why don’t you show me what you’re capable of?”
This time, Graham genuinely smiled.
He studied me carefully, his sharp gaze lingering, then downed the rest of his wine in one smooth motion.
