Chapter 353: Draw the Line

Worried that Yvette might talk out of turn, Summer smiled and said to Fraser, “I want to chat with Yvette for a bit. You can go.”

Once the men left, Yvette finally let out a breath. Honestly, she hadn’t said anything wrong. If she had known the maid was going to confess, she would have made sure the woman was detained and interrogated properly. But if she’d seen Summer’s condition at the time, she probably wouldn’t have been able to think straight either.

Yvette sat at the edge of the bed and took Summer’s hand.

“Summer, what’s your plan now? Are you really going to let them use a maid as a scapegoat and call it done?”

Then she added, “You were hurt at the Harper family’s birthday banquet. No matter how they spin it, they’re involved. If you ask me, don’t hold back—just have Fraser wipe out the entire Harper family.”

Summer lowered her eyes and was silent for a while. When Fraser was working earlier, she’d overheard something. The Graham Group was about to hold its annual consortium meeting in a few days. She vaguely remembered Mike reporting that, because Fraser had announced their marriage, some members of the consortium were planning to push for his removal.

If Fraser made a move against Granthera Bank now, especially over her situation and without clear justification, it would only give the public more ammunition to go after him. She couldn’t keep being a burden to him.

Word by word, Summer said, “I’m not going to let Fraser get involved in this.”

Yvette frowned. “Why not?”

Summer looked her in the eye. “The Harper family has dozens, maybe over a hundred members. If Fraser lashes out without distinguishing right from wrong, think about what the headlines in Havenbrook will say.” The Graham Group might be the wealthiest in Havenbrook, but going after another elite family without solid evidence would damage her reputation and his.

Yvette huffed, “So what, you’re just going to let the people who hurt you get away with it?”

Summer shook her head.

Yvette pressed, “Then what are you going to do?”

Summer looked at her steadily. “Yvette, I need your help with something.”

Yvette leaned in, listening as Summer whispered her plan.

“Done. I’m taking them down with you.”

At the Harper family estate, Samuel and Cedar returned home with grim faces. A servant came up to take their coats. Cedar slammed a folder down onto the table. “I’m so pissed I could explode!”

Martin, supported by another servant, slowly emerged from one of the rooms. He looked at the documents on the table, his stern face filled with displeasure.

“What’s going on? You come home and start yelling like a madman—what kind of behavior is this?”

Cedar pressed his lips together. Seeing Martin step out, he toned down his temper a little. Samuel stepped up and took over helping Martin to the couch.

“Dad, here’s what happened. Cedar and I took our legal team to the Graham Group today. We were supposed to sign the final contract for the Norwyn District investment project—the one we already agreed on. But when we got there, not only did Fraser refuse to meet us, his team kicked us out in front of everyone. They said the deal’s off.”

“This was supposed to be a done deal. Everyone at Granthera Bank knows it. We even promised bonuses to the team once it went through. And now that punk Fraser goes back on his word? We were humiliated. If you’d been there, you would’ve been furious too!”

Martin sat at the head of the couch, his expression dark as he stroked his white beard. He wasn’t exactly surprised Fraser had pulled the plug on the Harper family’s Norwyn project. After all, his woman had nearly died at their banquet. If Fraser hadn’t gone scorched earth on them, that was already showing restraint.

Martin thought for a moment, then sighed. “Let the Norwyn District deal go. Consider it Granthera Bank’s misfortune to lose out. So we make a little less this year.”

Cedar frowned. “Dad, if it were just about the money, we could live with it. But do you know what Fraser did next?”

“I just found out—Graham Group is now partnering with our biggest rival, Goldenfield Bank, on the Norwyn District deal!”

“This is personal. Fraser’s clearly letting his feelings get in the way. No regard for past ties. Just because of that incident with Summer, now he’s targeting us on purpose. And from what I heard, Summer’s completely fine. She was only in that warehouse for less than half an hour. Our maid already paid with her life. Isn’t that enough?”