CHAPTER 17
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The next day arrived quickly.

News of the Stirling family’s grand business banquet filled every corner of the corporate world. Yet, Jeffrey couldn’t have cared less. His thoughts were elsewhere—focused entirely on how to rise to the pinnacle of success.

Sitting at the small desk in his villa, he scrawled notes and diagrams on a sheet of paper, his mind racing with ideas.

He knew his beauty serum business with Rita was a solid start, but it wasn’t enough. Not if he wanted to truly stand above the rest. He needed more—a broader vision, something that would make him untouchable.

His pen hovered mid-air when his phone buzzed on the desk. Jeffrey frowned, the vibration pulling him from his thoughts. He reached for the device, his expression shifting to shock when he saw the caller ID.

Mr. Kelvin.

Cora’s father.

Jeffrey stared at the screen, feeling mixed emotions.

Mr. Kelvin and Daphne, Cora’s younger sister, had been the only two in Cora's family who treated him with genuine kindness.

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