In Havenbrook, only two companies had the resources for it – the Larson Group and the Graham Group.
Would she really have to lower herself and beg Trevor?
No.
She refused to return to the days of begging for love.
That left only one option – Fraser.
Her mind flashed back to that night.
Fraser had promised her a favor.
He hadn’t agreed to make her his woman. Which meant she hadn’t used her wish yet.
That favor was still hers to claim.
At the Graham Group, Fraser sat casually at the head of the conference room.
His sharp, neatly trimmed hair framed a flawlessly handsome face. A pair of black-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, and the slight curve of his lips gave him a look that was both refined and dangerously cunning.
The massive conference room was filled with department heads presenting their quarterly reports.
The finance team spoke first. “Last quarter, one of our subsidiaries completed its Series D funding, bringing its assets up to $4 billion.”
A round of applause followed.
“And that’s just one of our subsidiaries. Under Mr. Graham’s leadership, the Graham Group’s profits have multiplied several times over in the past few years. Next quarter, two more subsidiaries will enter another round of financing.”
When the finance report concluded, all eyes turned to Fraser.
To them, he was a once-in-a-generation business genius.
Before taking over the Graham Group, Fraser had already built a business empire from scratch right after graduating from Haverford University in Ameros.
Three years ago, he returned home and officially took the reins of the family business.
At first, the company’s veteran board members had doubted him.
That was until Fraser proved himself – ruthless, decisive, fearless.
One bold move after another, he led the Graham Group to new heights.
By then, no one could question his abilities.
At just 27 years old, he had turned an already dominant company into a global powerhouse.
Still, it was no surprise the board members had initially underestimated him.
Fraser had an air of effortless confidence – wild, untamed, and sharp.
He wasn’t the stereotypical cold, stern CEO.
He looked more like an elite male model from the entertainment industry than a ruthless business tycoon.
Fraser nodded in approval at the numbers. His leadership style was always clear – rewards for success, consequences for failure.
“This year, everyone’s year-end bonuses will be doubled.”
“Thank you, Mr. Graham!”
“Thank you, Mr. Graham!”
“We’ll reconvene for another meeting once the second-half investment plans are finalized. Dismissed.”
The executives left the conference room in high spirits.
Fraser was just about to return to his office when his assistant, Xylia, approached.
She took one look at him – tall, broad-shouldered, with one hand casually tucked in his pocket – and felt her face heat up, even though she had a boyfriend.
Fraser was one of those people born with everything.
Even when he was just standing there, his looks and presence naturally drew attention.
If she didn’t know better, if she weren’t aware of the massive gap between them, she might have entertained the thought of trying to get closer to him.
After all, she wasn’t just any assistant – she was the daughter of the Jackson family.
It had taken her a lot of effort to land this position.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she kept her tone professional. “Mr. Graham, a Stewart family daughter is here to see you.”
Summer?
So, she had come to her senses this quickly?
A hint of amusement flickered in Fraser’s eyes.
“Send her straight to my office.”
“…Huh?”
Fraser glanced at her lazily. His tone was indifferent. “Do I need to say it again?”
Xylia immediately waved her hands. “No, no need!”
She couldn’t really be blamed for her shock.
Everyone at the company knew Fraser rarely met clients in his personal office.
While most CEOs had walls lined with books, Fraser’s office was decorated with model cars.
He had a golf set by the floor-to-ceiling windows, along with boxing equipment and other sports gear.
His office even had a private room for him to rest.
That was why there was a separate, more formal meeting room nearby – used for regular client meetings.
Margaret?
Could she know Fraser?
Margaret had given her several limited-edition Hermès bags as a favor.
Xylia quickly buried her thoughts and called the front desk.
A few minutes later, Margaret arrived – wearing a Chanel haute couture dress and towering stilettos – as she took the elevator up to the 99th floor.
Xylia led her to the CEO’s office.
“Xylia, I owe you for this. Don’t worry – if I get the investment, I’ll make sure to thank you properly.”
Xylia cleared her throat awkwardly and gestured toward the door. “Hurry up and go in. Mr. Graham is expecting you. Make the most of it.”
Margaret knocked.
A lazy, sultry voice came from inside.
“Come in.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
She had only seen Fraser’s silhouette from a distance before.
But his image had haunted her dreams ever since.
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