Chapter 547
Chapter 547:
“I understand,” Fernanda acknowledged with a nod.
She recalled that Robert had never been involved in business with Abel. Abel’s considerate behavior towards her that day was undoubtedly influenced by her connection to the prestigious Harper family.
After all, in the realm of business, weren’t all these magnates both shrewd and scheming?
“Frankly, I’m not concerned about whose favor your father is currying,” Fernanda declared with a carefree smile. “I’m only interested in the outcome. The process is irrelevant as long as the result aligns with what I want.”
Braylee arched her perfectly shaped eyebrows, her gaze fixed on Fernanda, carrying a smile that was both enigmatic and calculating.
“From your words, it sounds like you could thrive in the business world,” she remarked, her tone dancing ambiguously between sarcasm and praise.
Many in the corporate world prioritized profits above all else, ready to employ any tactic to succeed—merciless opportunists, devoid of ethical constraints.
Fernanda shook her head gently, her voice tinged with a touch of irony. “You really do flatter me. I’m not suited for what you suggest.”
Upon hearing this, Braylee caught the underlying meaning in her words. Like many youths her age, Fernanda was naive to the world’s complexities and oblivious to its perils, clinging to a pure, untarnished view of life.
“Very well, have it your way.” Braylee rose from the sofa, deftly smoothing the ends of her perfectly styled hair. “I have other commitments, so I must be going now.”
As she approached the door, Braylee paused and turned sharply, her chin tilting assertively toward Fernanda. “Miss Morgan, I trust that any misunderstandings between you and my brother have now been resolved. I hope you two won’t clash again.”
“You should be addressing your brother, not me.” Fernanda faced Braylee’s gaze unflinchingly, her smile unwavering and luminous. “As long as your brother refrains from provoking me, all will be well. However, should such incidents arise again, I assure you I will teach him a hard lesson.”
Braylee, far from being upset, chuckled at the response. She nodded approvingly at Fernanda. “It’s reassuring to hear you say that.” With those words, Braylee turned and departed.
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The plush carpet in the hallway softened the echoes of her high heels. Fernanda remained seated on the sofa, contemplating the stark contrast between the Braylee she encountered today and their first meeting.
The look Braylee gave her today was devoid of the earlier prejudice and disdain she typically showed. Yet, Braylee’s inherent sense of superiority was ever-present, subtly infiltrating even her kindest gestures. Her smiles were warm, her tone pleasant, but each movement subtly hinted that she considered herself a cut above everyone else.
Descending to the lobby, Braylee spotted Rafael lounging on the sofa.
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