The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 453:

After a pause, she continued, “I suspect he’s worried that if Ernst takes too long to come back, the CEO chair might end up with you. His patriarchal views are clear.”

Brenna squeezed Giselle’s hand and replied, “My two studios keep me busy already, and they’re thriving. I’ve never wanted to take control of the Harper Group.”

Giselle’s expression hardened. The more sensible Brenna seemed, the more acutely Giselle felt the sting of injustice. “How can you just accept this? Every Harper descendant deserves equal rights to compete for the CEO position of the Harper Group, regardless of gender. Why should you settle for mere shares? You’re a reserved person, but that doesn’t mean they can push you around. I absolutely reject your grandfather’s outdated notions about succession.”

Just then, from the bedroom, Ernst’s voice rose in protest. “Dad, Dalton is managing the company well. My early efforts at the Harper Group paled in comparison to his current work. Given time, he’ll outshine me completely.”

Shepard’s irritated voice echoed, “Have you forgotten what your grandfather said?”

Ernst countered firmly, “Dad, sometimes wisdom comes from the younger generation. Grandpa’s age has dulled his vision. Must you inherit his shortsightedness? The Harper Group will become a laughingstock if we blindly follow everything Grandpa says. The shareholders won’t hesitate to mock our incompetence.”noveldrama

He then lowered his voice, and Brenna couldn’t catch what he said next.

Ernst continued, “Dad, haven’t you noticed that Grandpa plans to put Rosie on the board? She’s angling to reclaim Uncle Carsen’s shares.”

Shepard’s silent nod confirmed Ernst’s implication. Luther’s lingering guilt over Carsen’s death fueled this irrational favoritism; otherwise, he wouldn’t be defending Rosie after everything she had done.

Giselle tightened her grip on Brenna’s hand and said, “After all you’ve been through, I won’t let anyone mistreat you.”

“Mom, I’ll keep an eye on Rosie.” Brenna locked eyes with Giselle, her gaze unwavering. “With my finance background, tracking her assets is easy for me. Don’t worry; financial warfare happens to be my forte.”

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Without a word, Ernst strode out of the room, giving Brenna and Giselle a curt nod before making his way upstairs.

Brenna retreated to her bedroom, her steps measured. As she neared her door, Rosie’s door creaked open. Seated in her wheelchair, Rosie glared at Brenna, with Rachael standing behind her.

“Just answer me,” Rosie said, her voice laced with accusation. “Did you tamper with my car?”

Brenna tilted her head slightly, her icy gaze falling on Rosie. “Did you enjoy the results?” she asked.

That frigid tone sucked the air from Rosie’s lungs, freezing her smirk mid-curve. The unspoken truth hung thick between them — Brenna had done it. Brenna’s cold stare, brimming with the promise of something far worse, sent a shudder rippling through Rosie’s body.

“You…” For a moment, Rosie didn’t know what to say. Fear strangled the rest of her indignation. She hadn’t expected this from Brenna.

Brenna had all but confessed, yet there wasn’t a trace of guilt or hesitation in her expression — just the glint of cold satisfaction. The audacity caught Rosie off guard.

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