The idea of intentionally flirting with a man would have been unthinkable for the old Mia Grant, the obedient heiress of a powerful family.But now, I needed an ally.And not just any ally, I needed someone powerful.The financial world in Ashford had returned to its usual calm.The rumors and gossip only lasted a few days before fizzling out.The notion that the alliance between the Harlow and Grant families, forged through marriage, could truly collapse? It was utterly unthinkable.I, Mia Grant, was destined to become the future Mrs. Harlow.If Victor wouldnât marry me, who else would dare to?However, Victor seemed to be in a particularly good mood lately.Given that William hadnât spoken to him without a scowl in days, Victor simply whisked Yvonne away on a vacation abroad.With him gone, it was easy for the flurry of stock trades within the Harlow Corporation to slip under the radar over the course of a month.Even if heâd been in Ashford, he likely wouldnât have noticed.Money wa
Everyone believed the alliance between the Harlow and Grant families, forged through marriage, was officially over.They were all waiting to see me fall apart, eager for a spectacle.Yes, my engagement to Victor was annulled.But if they were expecting me to become a laughingstock, they were destined for disappointment.That day, the Harlow estate was unusually lively.Victor had brought along a troupe of supportersâpopular influencers promoting the âFateâs Chosen Oneâ narrative, witnesses to the aurora event, and even a handful of prominent business figures.A group this large and determined marched straight into Williamâs study to apply pressure.The moment my father caught wind of the situation, he rushed over with several uncles and senior executives in tow.The Grant family, with its century-long legacy, had never been so humiliated.âMr. William, since Victorâs mind is made up, why not let him have his way?ââOur family wonât object!âTo think that everything had spiraled to this
Private clubs were never short on people eager to comment on business trends.âSo, is this the âshowâ you were referring to?â Graham asked softly.The heir to the Harlow Corporation leading a team on an important mission to the southern marketsâyet bringing along his not-yet-official influencer girlfriendâhad sparked a flurry of gossip within and beyond the business world.I raised an eyebrow and sipped my red wine. âOf course, thereâs more to it than that.ââYouâre so beautiful, Mia. Some people must be blind,â Graham said with a sudden smile.I glanced up at him.He truly was handsome, especially when he smiled. The small mole near the corner of his eye added a subtle, captivating charm.Over the past few months, weâd met frequently for drinks. He was always composed, articulate, and easy to get along with.ThoughâMy gaze drifted lower. He was undeniably thin.Noticing my stare, Graham followed my eyes to my glass and leaned forward to pour me more wine.For a corporate heir, his ma
The carefully crafted image of Yvonne as a âtragic, mute victimâ collapsed overnight.Those who had been deceived by her facade quickly turned on her, condemning her lies.Unfortunately, I wasnât there to see Victorâs reaction when he found out the truth. Honestly, it was a real shame.What I did know was that chaos erupted in Victorâs villa shortly after. The sounds of angry shouting and hysterical sobbing echoed throughout the house.Within days, the drama reached William.Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. âI want to break off this engagement with her!ââŠGrowing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion.Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts cautionâthat was the rule.Had no one ever taught Victor the same?Maybe not.Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born.His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. De
Yvonne pleaded desperately, her voice trembling. "Please go see him! You might be the only one who can wake him up!" It was rare to hear her speak so openly. I looked down at her from where I stood, making no effort to respond. âMiss Grant, youâve known Victor since childhood. Surely you can visit him just this once!â Yvonne began sobbing dramatically. âItâs my fault. I was too arrogant! Miss Grant, if you agree to my request, Iâm willing to step aside! Please, Miss Grant, Iâm begging you!â I was just beginning to frown when a sharp voice interrupted from beside me. âWho let you in? This isn't some open house where people can just stroll in."Emilyâs bluntness had only grown since the time I compared Victor to a dog. âSecurity! Escort our guest out!â Yvonne was promptly removed from the villa and never managed to set foot inside again. It should have been an insignificant incident, but the more I thought about her words, the more they didnât sit right with me. Victo
âYou have a good memory,â I said with a faint smile. âI donât remember any of it.ââSo, from the start, you planned to keep your distance from me, didnât you?ââWhat else would I do?â I shot him a sidelong glance. âWait around for you to ruin me all over again?âVictor raised an eyebrow, his tone dropping low.âMia, I misunderstood you. It was the Clark family. When I went after the Clark family, I found out Yvonneâs assistant was one of theirs. They knew about her staged suicidal plan, swapped out the fake poison for real poison, and framed the Grant family. âI trusted you, thatâs why I didnât intervene in time to save her. But I never thought it would actually go wrong.âI didnât want to hear any of this.The mysteries of my past life were obvious enough without him spelling them out.But what did it matter now?What was done was done.âSo what if she took her own life because I advised you to think it over carefully?â My voice was icy as I stared him down. âVictor, her existence wi
My third move was never truly disrupted by Victorâs apparent rebirth.People tend to project their own logic onto others.Especially someone like Victor, who had become a cold and ruthless businessman.In his mind, it was inevitable that tonight I would use the Grant familyâs resources to forcibly acquire shares of the Harlow Corporation, manipulate a boardroom vote, and push Graham into power.He couldnât fathom there being another possibility.After all, he had been eagerly awaiting this night, convinced it would mark his triumphant return to the top of the corporate world.But why would I let him have his way?From the very beginning, my third move was never about a hostile takeover.William was an exceptional leader.Diligent and conscientious, he cared deeply about his employees and had always held the Grant family in high regard.Knowing he might suffer a heart attack tonight, why wouldnât I prepare in advance to change his fate?Victor might have regained his past life memories
Victorâs face turned ashen, a rare expression of genuine pain crossing his features.âVictor, I was worried you might not have remembered what you did to me back then. I was afraid youâd think youâd lost unfairly.âVictor stared at me in shock, the pain deepening in his eyes.I met his gaze calmly. âThis is everything you owe me.ââŠThe snow fell harder now, blanketing the entire parking lot.Graham was waiting for me in the car.âThe roads are slippery.â He opened the door. âLet me drive you.âI slid into the passenger seat.Although Graham had recently undergone major surgery, I couldnât bring myself to drive at that moment.Graham patiently wrapped a scarf and gloves around me, his movements unhurried and steady.Perhaps it was the seamless cooperation weâd developed over these months, or maybe it was the way he never questioned me.I couldnât stop the tears from falling.He let out a soft sigh. âYouâre not alone, you know. Will you believe me if I were to tell you that all those st
Victorâs face turned ashen, a rare expression of genuine pain crossing his features.âVictor, I was worried you might not have remembered what you did to me back then. I was afraid youâd think youâd lost unfairly.âVictor stared at me in shock, the pain deepening in his eyes.I met his gaze calmly. âThis is everything you owe me.ââŠThe snow fell harder now, blanketing the entire parking lot.Graham was waiting for me in the car.âThe roads are slippery.â He opened the door. âLet me drive you.âI slid into the passenger seat.Although Graham had recently undergone major surgery, I couldnât bring myself to drive at that moment.Graham patiently wrapped a scarf and gloves around me, his movements unhurried and steady.Perhaps it was the seamless cooperation weâd developed over these months, or maybe it was the way he never questioned me.I couldnât stop the tears from falling.He let out a soft sigh. âYouâre not alone, you know. Will you believe me if I were to tell you that all those st
My third move was never truly disrupted by Victorâs apparent rebirth.People tend to project their own logic onto others.Especially someone like Victor, who had become a cold and ruthless businessman.In his mind, it was inevitable that tonight I would use the Grant familyâs resources to forcibly acquire shares of the Harlow Corporation, manipulate a boardroom vote, and push Graham into power.He couldnât fathom there being another possibility.After all, he had been eagerly awaiting this night, convinced it would mark his triumphant return to the top of the corporate world.But why would I let him have his way?From the very beginning, my third move was never about a hostile takeover.William was an exceptional leader.Diligent and conscientious, he cared deeply about his employees and had always held the Grant family in high regard.Knowing he might suffer a heart attack tonight, why wouldnât I prepare in advance to change his fate?Victor might have regained his past life memories
âYou have a good memory,â I said with a faint smile. âI donât remember any of it.ââSo, from the start, you planned to keep your distance from me, didnât you?ââWhat else would I do?â I shot him a sidelong glance. âWait around for you to ruin me all over again?âVictor raised an eyebrow, his tone dropping low.âMia, I misunderstood you. It was the Clark family. When I went after the Clark family, I found out Yvonneâs assistant was one of theirs. They knew about her staged suicidal plan, swapped out the fake poison for real poison, and framed the Grant family. âI trusted you, thatâs why I didnât intervene in time to save her. But I never thought it would actually go wrong.âI didnât want to hear any of this.The mysteries of my past life were obvious enough without him spelling them out.But what did it matter now?What was done was done.âSo what if she took her own life because I advised you to think it over carefully?â My voice was icy as I stared him down. âVictor, her existence wi
Yvonne pleaded desperately, her voice trembling. "Please go see him! You might be the only one who can wake him up!" It was rare to hear her speak so openly. I looked down at her from where I stood, making no effort to respond. âMiss Grant, youâve known Victor since childhood. Surely you can visit him just this once!â Yvonne began sobbing dramatically. âItâs my fault. I was too arrogant! Miss Grant, if you agree to my request, Iâm willing to step aside! Please, Miss Grant, Iâm begging you!â I was just beginning to frown when a sharp voice interrupted from beside me. âWho let you in? This isn't some open house where people can just stroll in."Emilyâs bluntness had only grown since the time I compared Victor to a dog. âSecurity! Escort our guest out!â Yvonne was promptly removed from the villa and never managed to set foot inside again. It should have been an insignificant incident, but the more I thought about her words, the more they didnât sit right with me. Victo
The carefully crafted image of Yvonne as a âtragic, mute victimâ collapsed overnight.Those who had been deceived by her facade quickly turned on her, condemning her lies.Unfortunately, I wasnât there to see Victorâs reaction when he found out the truth. Honestly, it was a real shame.What I did know was that chaos erupted in Victorâs villa shortly after. The sounds of angry shouting and hysterical sobbing echoed throughout the house.Within days, the drama reached William.Victor knelt before him, refusing to stand. âI want to break off this engagement with her!ââŠGrowing up, I was taught that, as the heiress of the Grant family, I could never afford to be ruled by emotion.Trusting business partners? Seven parts trust, three parts cautionâthat was the rule.Had no one ever taught Victor the same?Maybe not.Or perhaps it was because he had been spoiled from the moment he was born.His mother, once a mistress who married into the Harlow family, had been a beloved former actress. De
Private clubs were never short on people eager to comment on business trends.âSo, is this the âshowâ you were referring to?â Graham asked softly.The heir to the Harlow Corporation leading a team on an important mission to the southern marketsâyet bringing along his not-yet-official influencer girlfriendâhad sparked a flurry of gossip within and beyond the business world.I raised an eyebrow and sipped my red wine. âOf course, thereâs more to it than that.ââYouâre so beautiful, Mia. Some people must be blind,â Graham said with a sudden smile.I glanced up at him.He truly was handsome, especially when he smiled. The small mole near the corner of his eye added a subtle, captivating charm.Over the past few months, weâd met frequently for drinks. He was always composed, articulate, and easy to get along with.ThoughâMy gaze drifted lower. He was undeniably thin.Noticing my stare, Graham followed my eyes to my glass and leaned forward to pour me more wine.For a corporate heir, his ma
Everyone believed the alliance between the Harlow and Grant families, forged through marriage, was officially over.They were all waiting to see me fall apart, eager for a spectacle.Yes, my engagement to Victor was annulled.But if they were expecting me to become a laughingstock, they were destined for disappointment.That day, the Harlow estate was unusually lively.Victor had brought along a troupe of supportersâpopular influencers promoting the âFateâs Chosen Oneâ narrative, witnesses to the aurora event, and even a handful of prominent business figures.A group this large and determined marched straight into Williamâs study to apply pressure.The moment my father caught wind of the situation, he rushed over with several uncles and senior executives in tow.The Grant family, with its century-long legacy, had never been so humiliated.âMr. William, since Victorâs mind is made up, why not let him have his way?ââOur family wonât object!âTo think that everything had spiraled to this
The idea of intentionally flirting with a man would have been unthinkable for the old Mia Grant, the obedient heiress of a powerful family.But now, I needed an ally.And not just any ally, I needed someone powerful.The financial world in Ashford had returned to its usual calm.The rumors and gossip only lasted a few days before fizzling out.The notion that the alliance between the Harlow and Grant families, forged through marriage, could truly collapse? It was utterly unthinkable.I, Mia Grant, was destined to become the future Mrs. Harlow.If Victor wouldnât marry me, who else would dare to?However, Victor seemed to be in a particularly good mood lately.Given that William hadnât spoken to him without a scowl in days, Victor simply whisked Yvonne away on a vacation abroad.With him gone, it was easy for the flurry of stock trades within the Harlow Corporation to slip under the radar over the course of a month.Even if heâd been in Ashford, he likely wouldnât have noticed.Money wa
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.âMiss Mia, have we heard anything from Mr. Harlow yet?â 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:âKnow your limits.âI let out a cold laugh and tossed the phone aside.âMiss Mia!â Emily panicked. âIf Mr. Harlow is willing to negotiate, perhaps itâs best to compromise just a littleââI cut her off. âAny birthday gifts arrived today?âEmily blinked in confusion. âYes, there are.âShe handed me a velvet box containing a dazzling ruby bracelet. Her eyes lit