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Giselle hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside and let them in. She sat beside her husband and said in a cold voice, “Say what you need to.” Rosie could feel the weight of the tension in the room. Had Giselle and Shepard been arguing before she arrived? She swallowed her nerves and forced herself…

Ernst, however, saw things differently. “Are you scared?” “Why should I listen to you?” Brenna shot back without a second thought. “Mom, Dad, Grandpa, and Grandma didn’t agree to this. They only approved a DNA test. Now, just because I won’t cooperate, you’re calling me scared? You just want to accuse me of having plastic…

After a pause, he continued in a gentle voice, “Since you just returned to the family, I wasn’t sure what you’d like or need, so I grabbed a little bit of everything. If anything doesn’t suit you, just throw it away-I’ll get you new ones next time.” Brenna peeked inside the bags-luxury skincare sets, plush…

Hackett exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “There’s nothing I can do. Colt is not just any doctor-he’s a professor. I’m just starting my career, he doesn’t even know me. You need to figure something out fast, or once he gets here, it’ll be too late.” Rosie nodded, but no solution came to mind. Seeing no…

His sharp gaze pinned Rosie in place, making her shift uncomfortably. “I’m just looking out for our family!” Rosie reasoned. “I’m doing this for all of us. Our family has a lot of assets; how can we not be careful? People have lied about less…” Everyone looked displeased. Their expressions made it clear they didn’t…

“This… Uncle Ableson…” Stunned, Brenna struggled to find words. Ableson rolled the fabric back down and said, “Your father insisted I stay here out of concern for my well-being, fearing I wouldn’t get proper care elsewhere. But my wife has been a strong support, making sure I have everything I need. We’ve found a property…

“Kennedi, take a closer look. Could these designs possibly belong to another brand?” Rosie asked, curiosity evident in her voice. Caught off guard by Rosie’s suggestion, Kennedi replied, “Ms. Harper, in our industry, product designs are heavily guarded secrets. Firms not only prevent leaks but also incorporate secure access controls in car systems, charging customers…

These designs, however, were merely decoys from past contests, set deliberately by Brenna to trap Rosie. Thirty seconds later, the files were fully copied. Rosie let out a sigh of relief, removed the USB, shut down the computer, and stood up to leave. Rosie spun around, coming face to face with Brenna. Startled, she dropped…

Julia stepped in, taking a careful look at Rosie’s wrist. The skin was smooth, the bones intact-no swelling, no fractures, not even a hint of a sprain. She said, “Mr. Dalton Harper, Miss Rosie Harper’s wrist shows no signs of injury.” Rosie shouted, “That’s impossible! I’m in agony! You are lying!” Brenna responded with a…

Julia’s gaze lingered on the artworks with a mixture of curiosity and mild confusion. To her, they were pleasant enough-soft with layered colors and balanced compositions-but she couldn’t quite grasp their deeper appeal. Why had Brenna chosen these particular pieces? As they entered the elevator, Julia turned to Brenna, her tone polite but tinged with…