"Which girl isn’t sensitive? To be told face to face by the person you’ve liked for over ten years, in a cold and firm voice, ’never loved you.’ If I didn’t cry on the spot, it counts as me being strong."

In the middle of the night, Daisy Grant held a purple shell in her palm, tucked her head under the blankets, and sobbed softly.

Meanwhile, Dawn Sutherland was focused on his work in the study, unaware of how many tears this girl he loved had shed for him, how much she had sacrificed.

But years later, when Dawn stood at the pinnacle of the business world, becoming one of City C’s most successful entrepreneurs, a reporter asked during an interview, "Mr. Sutherland, what do you think is your greatest success?"

In his forties, Dawn was increasingly composed and gentle, and clearly stated for all the reporters, "My greatest success is marrying my wife."

The reporter chuckled, "And on your successful journey, who was your most important benefactor?"

Dawn smiled faintly, his gaze gentle, his voice traveling through microphones and live broadcasts across City C, declaring before many, "My life’s blessing was meeting and falling in love with a woman named Daisy Grant."

Years later, Daisy Grant transformed from a name once scorned and ridiculed by everyone to one of the most envied figures among City C’s high society women.

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The next morning, after Dawn went to the company, Daisy took a cab to the location agreed upon with Aidan Sutherland.

She sat in a café waiting for Aidan, and when assistant Diego Campbell arrived noticing the empty seat, his gaze shifted, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Miss Grant, have you thought it through? I really don’t understand why you would transfer 5% of your shares to Aidan Sutherland! The Sutherland Clan has treated us, the Grant Clan, so ruthlessly and snatched away customer resources! Why give Aidan shares?!"

Daisy’s fingers holding the water cup felt a bit cold, "You don’t need to worry. Just do as I’ve decided. Even if he gets these shares, he can’t topple Grant Clan. Since I’ve agreed, I’ve considered everything carefully. Grant Clan is my father’s legacy; I won’t let him swallow it whole!"

"I hope Miss Grant has truly thought this through." Diego’s gaze and voice were especially heavy.

Daisy was just about to say something but swallowed her words when she saw Aidan approaching, her expression turning cold.

Aidan walked over, sat opposite Daisy, and glanced at her, "Have you thought it over?"

Reaching out, Daisy took the document from Diego’s hand. Holding it, she looked at Aidan with a touch of sarcasm at her lips, "5% of the shares for what you have."

"5%?! That’s not the number I mentioned! I said 20%!" Aidan’s cold gaze swept towards Daisy.

Daisy sneered, "Then go ahead and release the tape! My reputation’s already like this; I don’t care how much worse it gets! My reputation can keep 20% of Grant Clan’s shares, so why choose foolishly! Aidan, I can only promise 5%! If I go to ruin, you won’t even get that 5%!"

"You don’t care about yourself, but surely you care about Dawn, that illegitimate child, don’t you? His reputation counts, right? C.Y. is just rising, and reputation is crucial."

Daisy could easily hear Aidan’s mockery, her fingers tightened on the water cup, yet her face remained calmly unruffled: "If C.Y. truly suffers because of Second Brother and me, I’d rather give him the 20% shares as compensation! Aidan, tossing you 5% means I’ve already lost control over Grant Clan, so your goal has been achieved, hasn’t it? Don’t overreach and risk bursting!"