ROSALINE’S POVAce Robinson’s name was boldly written there, accompanied by his unmistakable signature. I blinked in disbelief. When did this happen? How on earth could Dad appoint Ace as the CEO of Mum’s company? It might not be a corporate giant, but it held sentimental value for me. Now, that idiot had turned it into collateral for a loan, and I could bet he’d taken a gamble with it, too.Summoning whatever composure I had left, I approached the man in charge, “Sir, can’t we resolve this peacefully?” My voice, usually assertive, came out quieter, almost unrecognizable to my ears.“If you do not have my money, there is nothing to resolve,” he replied, gesturing to his henchmen to manhandle me out.“Three days!” I blurted out desperately before their hands could reach me. “I will send you the money in three days, please,” I pleaded, hoping against hope that he’d buy into my last-ditch promise.He scrutinized me for what felt like an eternity, weighing the gamble of trusting my words.
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