My father, along with my brothers and uncles, had always followed a conservative approach to business.
In my past life, the moment Victor gave even a subtle hint, they immediately backed down, signing unequal agreements.
Victor exploited their trust, taking advantage of the situation to swallow up everything in one fell swoop.
As history proved, absolute trust in a man with ambition only led to ruin.
“Miss Mia, have we heard anything from Mr. Harlow yet?” Emily asked cautiously, glancing at the phone on the table.
In the past, Victor often sent me voice messages filled with sweet nothings.
This time, there was only one brief line:
“Know your limits.”
I let out a cold laugh and tossed the phone aside.
“Miss Mia!” Emily panicked. “If Mr. Harlow is willing to negotiate, perhaps it’s best to compromise just a little—”
I cut her off. “Any birthday gifts arrived today?”
Emily blinked in confusion. “Yes, there are.”
She handed me a velvet box containing a dazzling ruby bracelet. Her eyes lit up.
“Could this be from Mr. Harlow—”
My own eyes brightened as well. I slipped on the bracelet, stood up, and changed into a gown.
“Miss Mia, what’s gotten into you these past few days? It’s so late–where are you going? Wait for me-”
“Emily, you stay here.”
Closing the door behind me, I turned and walked away with steady steps.
The old Mia Grant, obedient and compliant, was long gone.
What remained was someone fueled by a singular purpose: vengeance.
The man before me was slender and elegant, his pale complexion almost otherworldly.
A faint mole at the corner of his eye added just the right touch of allure.
He looked completely different from what I remembered.
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Chapter 5
I studied him, and he studied me in return, his deep black eyes giving off an air of casual indifference.
“Miss Grant,” he said smoothly, his voice low and rich, tinged with amusement.
“I’ve heard so much about you. You’re truly stunning.”
