The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 805:

Additional security arrived, leading Maxley’s guards away.

Maxley, blindsided by the turn of events, rose from his seat and stormed toward Brenna, seething. “Those are my men! You’ve got no right to capture them! Let them go!”

Brenna placed a firm hand on Maxley’s shoulder. In a split second, his strength drained, his shoulder sagging as his body tilted off-balance.

From the steps, Thiago issued a sharp warning to Rosie. “Say one wrong word, and Maxley becomes a cripple.”

Seeing Maxley in distress, Rosie felt her panic surge, but she didn’t want to abandon her meticulously laid plan. This was her one shot to ruin Dalton and the Harper family; miss it, and she would never get another chance.

Dalton’s staff rushed up from below the stage. Spotting the scene, they debated calling the authorities.

The staff recognized Brenna; Dalton had shown them her photo, and they all knew she was supposed to present flowers to Dalton.

“Miss Harper, what’s going on here?” The staff felt the situation was tricky. They didn’t recognize Maxley, but Dalton’s earlier introduction made it clear he was no ordinary figure.

“This is a private matter of the Harper family. We’ll deal with it ourselves,” Brenna replied.noveldrama

The staff were frustrated. “But you shouldn’t have made a scene. This looks bad.”

“I’m not letting them off. Just give me two minutes.” Brenna tightened her hold, and Maxley, wincing in pain, crumpled to the floor.

Nearby fans stayed quiet, harboring no sympathy for the disruptors and offering no aid. They found Brenna’s swift handling of the situation deeply satisfying.

Dalton passed the microphone over to Rosie. She took another quick glance at Maxley, who looked like he was in unbearable pain. If she pushed Dalton any further, there was a good chance Brenna really would go through with hurting Maxley.

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With no other option, she had to pretend to be supportive. “Dalton, I hope your concert goes amazingly well. We’ll host a celebration for you tomorrow!”

“Thanks a lot!” Dalton gave her a dazzling smile and politely motioned for her to step off the stage.

Rosie made her way down the steps, and her legs were shaking the whole time. She had never felt so ashamed in her life.

Music started again, its steady rhythm catching the crowd’s attention instantly. Everyone turned their focus back to Dalton. His voice filled the venue, smooth and gripping, washing away the tension that had hung in the air just moments ago. Whatever had happened earlier no longer seemed to matter.

Brenna let go of Maxley. He dropped to the floor and stayed down for a long while before managing to push himself up. His face had turned ghostly pale, and he looked like he’d had the life drained out of him. He kept staring at Brenna, completely stunned. All she had done was touch his shoulder, and everything in his body had shut down. A flash of pain had surged through him, and just like that, all strength had vanished from his body.

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