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After leaving the cafe, Tracie drove to her workplace.
“Bunny’s Dream Interiors” was a well–known name in the
industry, and the CEO, Wilmer Maddox, was a close friend-
someone she trusted completely. Without his support and belief
in her, she never would have been able to build a career as a
designer and budget specialist at Bunny’s Dream Interiors
despite lacking formal credentials or family connections.
Tracie was deeply grateful to Wilmer.
“Tracie, what’s going on?” Wilmer asked gently, giving her a
warm smile.
“Wilmer, I want to take my proposal and visit some Slaport countries that are already facing an aging population. After that,
I might need to resign from my position here,” Tracie said, her voice filled with apology.
Wilmer gave a broad, reassuring smile. “Tracie, don’t worry about it. I know what you’re capable of, and I support your ambitions. Go ahead and chase your dreams. If you need any
help, don’t hesitate to reach out. If you need investors, I’ll make
some connections for you.”
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Tracie’s eyes instantly filled with tears.
But she smiled bravely and confidently. “I’ll definitely keep you
in mind, Wilmer!”
“Actually, I’ve been invited to a cocktail party this afternoon.
There are a few investors there who might be interested in your
retirement project. Do you want to come with me?” Wilmer
asked seriously.
“I definitely need to go!” Tracie didn’t hesitate to accept.
Wilmer suggested she change into something more formal, but
Tracie declined.
She had already given all the millions she had earned over the
years to Wendi. She had only a few hundred thousand left, and
with her upcoming international trip, she still had to cover Rico
and her grandmother’s living expenses. Plus, she often had to
help the unreliable Mandy.
She really didn’t have the extra money for a new dress, and she
felt awkward asking Wilmer to buy one for her.
With a smile, she said, “I’m not competing in a beauty pageant.
I’ll just quietly observe and listen.”
“Alright,” Wilmer chuckled.
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The annual meeting was held at a high–end club by the river. By
the time they arrived at 7 PM, the place was already crowded.
People were either chatting while holding wine glasses or
lounging on sofas, deep in conversation.
Just as they were about to enter, Wilmer received a phone call.
After a brief conversation, he hung up and turned to Tracie.
“Tracie, there’s a family matter I need to take care of, so I can’t go
in with you. Will you be okay on your own?”
He was a bit concerned, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable
being alone.
Tracie smiled, as usual. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
Before she was sixteen, she had been the daughter of a real
estate family, especially during the boom years of the real estate
industry. She had attended countless events, auctions, and
annual meetings with her parents, so occasions like this were
nothing new to her.
After signing in at the entrance, Tracie made her way to the
champagne area, where she picked up a glass of champagne.
Holding it, she wandered around, scanning the crowd for the
investors Wilmer had mentioned.
However, she didn’t find any investors. Instead, she spotted
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Grover and Juliana sitting on a sofa directly ahead of her.
On the sofa, not only were Grover and Juliana sitting together,
but there were also three men and one woman.
Daron Rangel and Ron Patterson were Grover’s friends. They
knew Tracie was his wife, but they treated her the same way he
did–like she didn’t exist. They didn’t insult her or make her feel
uncomfortable, so they considered themselves neutral.
The other man and woman were different.
Tyron Osborn was a friend of the Everett family.
He had watched Juliana grow up since she was sixteen, and in
his eyes, she was like his little sister, the precious princess he had
always pampered.
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