The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 807:

“Who do you think you are to hit me like that?” Rosie shouted, her voice shaking with rage.

Brenna shot her a freezing glare, her eyes as sharp as broken glass. “Did you think the Harper family would just stand around while you caused trouble?” Rosie could sense the killing intent in Brenna’s voice. But she believed that Brenna wouldn’t go as far as

Killing her. Taking someone’s life meant facing real consequences, and Brenna wouldn’t destroy her future over such a matter.

“I haven’t done anything wrong! What gives you the right to say that? All I did was speak honestly. And now, everyone’s turning against me, and I’m not even allowed to open my mouth?” Deep down, Rosie knew exactly what she had done, and she understood why Brenna was furious.

“Are you trying to bring down the Harper family?” Brenna pulled out her phone and held it up, showing Rosie the post. “Do you even understand what kind of fallout your foolish actions might cause for you?”

Rosie let out a sharp laugh.

“Foolish? I actually think my actions were smart. Just wait. You’ll find out soon. I’ve got plenty of surprises ready for you.”

Brenna didn’t bother giving weight to that threat. From her point of view, Rosie’s little plans were sloppy and childish. Dealing with her was easy.

“So was that disaster earlier one of your so-called surprises?” Brenna asked with a mocking edge. “Do you really believe that pulling a stunt like that and throwing out baseless claims at Dalton’s concert would actually turn people against him? Do you think his fans are stupid? They came to support him. Who do you think they’ll side with, you or the person they admire? You’re so foolish that you can’t even realize it yourself.”noveldrama

Brenna gave her one last icy stare before returning to the stadium to watch the concert.

Rosie stayed frozen in place, dazed.

“She didn’t even ask me to delete the post? Is she stupid or something?”

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Maxley no longer felt any pain, and his body had fully recovered. As he looked out at the glowing stadium lights in the night, a heavy sense of disappointment settled over him because of everything that had unraveled that day.

“Rosie, we’ve failed.” He took out his phone and held it out for Rosie to see. “The Harper Group released a statement that completely buried our post. The comment section is full of people tearing us apart, and now, that old incident at the intersection has gone viral again. We’re a laughingstock!”

Rosie flicked through the comments with rapid swipes. The photos from the incident at the intersection showed up everywhere, taken from nearly every direction.

“Who told them to leak this? Was it Ernst? He’s my brother. He looked out for me for years. How could he turn on me like this?”

Rosie scrolled through more photos, stunned to see even the things she and Maxley had done back in Plieca being dragged into the open. The flood of insults pouring through the comments made her feel crushed, her spirit drained, and her mind rattled.

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