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What made Rosie angrier was Ethan’s smile. Ever since he saw Brenna today, he hadn’t stopped looking at her with smiles.
Rosie exclaimed in fury, “Ethan! Look at her! She’s acting so smug over something so trivial. Is that really necessary?”
But Ethan didn’t even glance at her. Instead, he looked at Brenna, his tone warm. “Your control over the race was impressive-great skills and even better strategy. We should have a friendly match sometime. I’d love to learn something from you. And I promised to treat you to a meal if you win. You can pick the place now.”
Rosie, feeling ignored, reached for Ethan’s arm in desperation. Before she could touch him, Neville swiftly stepped in, blocking her. “Miss Harper, Mr. Mitchell has asked not to be disturbed,” he said.
Rosie stomped her foot, frustrated, watching Ethan walk away with Brenna. Brenna simply shrugged. “Anywhere is fine. I’m starving now,” she replied.
After she had changed out of her riding gear, her phone vibrated with a bank notification. She had received two hundred million.
Her bet had paid off. She had wagered on herself, placing multiple two-thousand-dollar bets.
Determined not to back down, Rosie followed Ethan and Brenna, stealthily snapping photos-one of Brenna walking alongside Ethan and another of Ethan holding the car door open for her. Without hesitation, she sent them to Audrey.
By all accounts, if a marriage alliance were to happen, it should be Audrey who got to marry Ethan, not Brenna. After all, Audrey’s father-Brenna’s uncle-had been the one who had saved Ethan’s father. Rosie smirked and muttered, “Brenna, if you think marrying Ethan will be that easy, you’re in for a hard lesson.”
Becoming part of the Mitchell family wouldn’t be easy for Brenna! Rosie finally got into her own vehicle after Ethan’s car disappeared from sight.
Sylvie had been injured, and Rosie needed to visit her at the hospital. Sylvie’s injury was because of Brenna, and Rosie intended to make sure Brenna paid for it.
After the meal, Brenna took a cab to her studio, only returning to the Harper estate later that night.
Rosie had arrived much earlier. Once the family finished dinner, she placed a document on the table, her expression smug. It was a betting agreement.
She looked at Brenna and said arrogantly, “Since we agreed to compete in the car design contest, let’s make it official.”
Giselle, who had been observing Rosie’s hostility toward Brenna over the past few days, had started to dislike Rosie. But she held back from showing it, knowing that Rosie had lost her parents and was pitiful in some ways.
Picking up the document, Giselle carefully read through the terms.
“Rosie,” she said, her voice firm, “this doesn’t seem fair. You and Brenna are both part of the Harper family. Why should she be denied access to family resources if she loses? When you enjoyed the Harper family’s resources, did any of us ever say no?”
The conditions outlined in the agreement were crafted with the clear intention of targeting Brenna.
If Brenna failed to secure first place in the design competition, she would be permanently stripped of any right to the Harper Group’s shares. Additionally, she would lose access to her monthly allowance.
The document further stipulated that, as an adult, Brenna was expected to be financially independent, forbidding her from relying on the Harper family for financial support. The family was also prohibited from providing her with employment opportunities, including offering her a job at the Harper Group.
Every clause was deliberately cruel, as though it were a formal declaration that Brenna was not considered a true member of the Harper family.
To make matters even worse, the clothes Brenna had received the previous day-purchased with Harper family funds-were now being treated as a debt she was expected to repay.
Giselle’s expression darkened as she read through the document. Without hesitation, she handed the document to her husband and stated bluntly, “I don’t approve of this. Read it yourself-this effectively treats Brenna like an outsider. She is my daughter, and I have every right to provide for her. No one else gets to dictate otherwise.”
Shepard’s eyes scanned the pages, his expression becoming increasingly dark. The more he read, the more his frustration grew. Fixing Rosie with a sharp look, he snapped, “Rosie, Brenna is my biological daughter. She has taken nothing from you. Why are you treating her this way?”
Once finished, he passed the agreement to Luther.
Luther and Tessa both adjusted their reading glasses and leaned in, their expressions darkening with every clause they read, unmistakable anger flashing in their eyes.
Even as her family bombarded her with disapproval, Rosie remained unshaken. She just felt a bit sad. Before Brenna’s return, she had been the pride of the Harper family-their most treasured member. Intelligent, well-educated, and highly capable, she had risen quickly within Harper Group. In just a year, she had established herself as a skilled general manager, earning both the admiration of her elders in the family and generous financial rewards they had been more than willing to grant her.
Every achievement, every recognition, had been the result of her own hard work. She had proved herself time and again, securing not only a million-dollar monthly allowance but also a significant share of the family business, ensuring steady annual dividends.
She had worked tirelessly for everything she had. So why should Brenna-who had spent two decades outside the family-suddenly be handed the same privileges she had struggled to earn?
Rosie refused to accept such injustice. She wouldn’t sit idly by and watch the family elders hand over what she had fought for on a silver platter.
Yet, the family elders clearly felt sorry for Brenna and had unanimously agreed to compensate her with shares for the hardships she had endured outside the family.
Rosie believed that was so unfair.
What right did Brenna have to walk in and claim wealth and privileges she hadn’t earned?
She was determined to stop this from happening.
Rosie glanced coldly across the table. Aside from her brother, everyone seemed to disapprove of the agreement. But that only made her more determined to stand her ground.
She said, “I’m not doing this out of spite. I have my reasons for doing this.”
Brenna’s expression remained composed, though she knew Rosie wanted to strip her of any access to the family’s resources. In fact, she had never even wanted the Harper Group’s shares. With two successful studios of her own, she had more than enough wealth to sustain herself.
Still, Rosie’s blatant hostility made her uncomfortable. She was just as much a part of the Harper family as Rosie was, so why should she be denied access to the family resources?
She wasn’t going to back down.
Luther studied the agreement, his displeasure evident as he shook his head. Tessa’s eyes were heavy with disappointment as she looked at Rosie.
How could Rosie be this petty? After everything Shepard and Giselle had done for her, how could she target their daughter, her own cousin, like this?
Brenna said to Rosie sharply, “You said you have your reasons for doing this. So say them now.”
A flicker of satisfaction crossed Rosie’s face when she saw that Brenna was angry. People tended to act irrationally when angry, and she wanted Brenna to be angry.
Rosie crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at Brenna as she presented her argument.