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Chapter 161

Author: Anney GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-09 10:57:24

PETER’S POV

The financial report sat in front of me like a wound.

Red. Everywhere.

MedDirect was bleeding faster than I could cauterize it. Hospitals were slow paying invoices, distributors were pressing for longer credit terms, and even the boutique clinics in Milan—my own city—were trimming orders.

It was math I’d already done a hundred times, but it didn’t sting any less the hundred and first: the model didn’t work. Not like this.

And all the while, Zenith’s announcement with Harvest Bloom was flooding every headline, every trade sheet, every investor bulletin.

Harvest Bloom Comes to America

Zenith Secures Exclusive Contract

Ostara Beaumont—The Face Behind the Brand—Steps Onto the Global Stage

The pictures of her—composed, graceful, untouchable—were plastered everywhere. And Anthony’s name, of course. The articles all linked him to the deal, called him “visionary,” and called Zenith “the natural partner.”

They were winning. He was winning.

I closed the report and pressed my fingers
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