Chapter 334: Morgan Harper

Daniel’s face lit up with barely contained glee. “Thank you, Mr. Graham! Thank you for your generosity!”

Everyone knew Winston’s project had been rejected by the Graham Group’s investment department. Yet, a simple glass of water had changed his fate! Instantly, the crowd understood—the real key to winning Fraser’s favor was through the woman beside him. The other executives shot annoyed glances at their own companions, silently urging them to act.

Within moments, Summer was surrounded by a swarm of socialites, all vying for her attention with flattering greetings. Before long, Martin Harper—chairman emeritus of Granthera Bank—emerged, leaning on a cane with the support of his attendants. At 85 years old, he still carried himself with vigor. His eyes lit up when he spotted Fraser.

“You brat. I thought even my 85th birthday wouldn’t be enough to drag you here.”

Fraser smirked. “How could I dare miss it when you’ve been waiting for me?”

Granthera Bank and the Graham Group shared deep ties dating back to Fraser’s grandfather’s era. The two old men had once fought side-by-side in their youth—comrades in arms.

“A shame your grandfather left us too soon… But enough of that. The Graham Group has flourished even more under your leadership than it did in his time. Truly, the student has surpassed the master.”

“And Granthera Bank thrives just as well under your family’s stewardship,” Fraser said.

Martin knew Fraser was just being polite. His own sons were disappointments. If not for the bank’s unshakable foundation, their incompetence would have long driven it into ruin. That was why he, nearing 90, still couldn’t retire.

Then Martin finally noticed the woman beside Fraser. “And this is…?”

Fraser’s arm slid possessively around Summer’s waist. “My fiancée, Summer Stewart of the Steuer Aroun…”

Chapter 44: Morgan Harper

The word “hance” made the old man’s cloudy eyes flicker briefly before he recovered. “Ms. Stewart, you’re quite beautiful. Fraser has excellent taste.”

Summer smiled awkwardly. “Thank you for the kind words, Mr. Martin.”

Martin waved a hand. “No need for formalities. Just like Fraser, be more close with me.”

Martin had instantly grasped the situation the moment Fraser said “fiancée.” For Fraser to bring her here tonight was a declaration that this woman was the future Mrs. Graham, recognized before all. By status alone, she wouldn’t normally qualify to enter their elite circle.

But Fraser was no longer just the Graham heir. He was the undisputed ruler of the Graham empire now, and if he chose to honor me, it was already a privilege. Martin knew better than to overstep.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly as a thought struck him. “Ah, I recall now—the Stewart Group once took out a loan with Granthera, didn’t they?”

Back then, the Stewart Group’s Global Plan had lacked sufficient collateral, so Granthera had only approved half the requested amount—forcing Jasper to seek Fraser’s investment later.

Summer couldn’t help but reflect on the irony. Once, even meeting Martin had been impossible. Now, he is calling me to be close with him. All this respect, all this fawning—it was only because of the name mine would soon carry, Mrs. Graham.

She smiled. “Mr. Martin, your memory is impressive.”

“Grandpa!”

A clear, melodious voice rang out like a songbird’s call. A young woman in a sapphire-blue gown strode over, her every movement graceful. Adorned in a full set of diamonds—necklace, earrings, and bracelet—she was the picture of aristocratic charm. At just twenty, the girl exuded youthful radiance, her demeanor both affectionate and haughty as she looped her arm through Martin’s. The old man’s expression softened further.

“This is my granddaughter, Morgan Harper. And this is Fraser Graham, grandson of Mr. Maximus, the current head of the Graham Group.”

7:34 AM &c.

Chapter 334: Morgan Harper

And from the way Grandpa introduced him, this probably is the legendary “Bossman” those society girls wouldn’t stop gushing about. I’d always scoffed. What’s so special about a rich man? But now, face-to-face with Fraser’s striking features—his sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and towering frame—I finally understood the hype. A flutter of curiosity and attraction stirred in her chest.

“Grandpa!” She pouted playfully before turning to Fraser with a demure smile. “Fraser, hello! I’m Morgan Harper. You can call me Morgan.”

Fraser gave a slight nod, his expression indifferent. Martin chuckled. “Forgive her—this girl’s been spoiled rotten. Now, where were we?”

Summer smoothly steered the conversation back. “We were just saying how fortunate Stewart Group was to secure Granthera’s loan back then. Without it, the Global Plan wouldn’t have taken off so smoothly.”

Martin nodded approvingly. “Then it seems fate brought us all together. When you two marry, I’ll prepare a grand gift.”

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