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“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 on the outskirts that’s already set up to suit us. It’s time for us to have our own space, especially now that all my children have grown up. That’s why we’ve decided to move.”
At her bedroom window, Rosie watched with a sardonic smile as Brenna stepped into Dalton’s sleek car.
With a derisive chuckle, she taunted under her breath, “Thinking you’re someone special just because you have a celebrity brother, Brenna? Dalton has just returned, and you’re already clinging to him. Do you want the whole world to know he has such a plain sister like you? How shameless!”
Rosie stayed by the window, her eyes following the sports car until it disappeared from view. Then, she turned to leave.
As she opened her door and stepped out, Rosie glimpsed into Brenna’s open room. Inside, Julia was efficiently cleaning, swiftly transforming the disorderly space into one as immaculate as a luxury hotel suite.
Everyone knew Brenna had once been relegated to the smallest room at the Barrett estate, her living conditions barely better than an attic storeroom.
Rosie couldn’t help but think how unsuitable it was for Brenna to reside in the opulent Harper home. The thought only reinforced her belief that Brenna truly didn’t belong there.
After finishing up, Julia stepped out of Brenna’s room, offering Rosie a courteous nod.
Pointing to the waste bin near the door, Rosie instructed, “Take this out, too.”
Julia dutifully carried away the trash.
Rosie lingered by the door, pretending to be busy with her phone, keeping an eye on Julia until she rounded the stairwell corner.
With Julia’s footsteps fading downstairs, Rosie stealthily checked Giselle’s room and found she was not there. Then, she tiptoed into Brenna’s room.
On Brenna’s desk stood a top-of-the-line, brand-new laptop, worth hundreds of thousands-just like hers but in a different color.
She confidently pressed the power button, and within seconds, the login screen appeared.
Rosie’s brow furrowed as she muttered irritably, “It needs a password?”
After a moment’s thought, she tried the date Brenna had returned to the family as the password. Her face lit up as the computer unlocked.
With a self-satisfied grin, she muttered, “So predictable, using your return date as your password.”
Rosie pondered the significance of that day to Brenna. She must have thought it important because it marked her return to a wealthy family. Confirming her suspicion that Brenna had a fixation on money, Rosie began exploring the desktop folders, quickly finding one labeled “Competition Designs.”
Her pulse quickened as she opened it to discover sketches of car exteriors and advanced control systems. Although she wasn’t well-versed in automotive design, she knew these were related to cars.
She browsed through more files, all related to component designs.
While unable to judge their quality, she knew people who could.
Without hesitation, she plugged in her USB drive and downloaded all the files. Once copied, she ejected the USB, shut down the computer, and left the room.
Shortly after Rosie’s departure, Ernst came down the stairs, pausing at the landing to make sure he was alone before slipping into Brenna’s room. After a thorough search of her bed, he found several strands of hair. He took out a clear ziplock bag from his pocket and sealed the hairs inside.
Taking advantage of the empty house, he also collected some hairs from his parents’ bed, storing them in another bag.
Having secured what he needed, Ernst left the house without having breakfast.
At a cafe, Rosie sat opposite a sharply dressed woman in her thirties, wearing black-framed glasses. The woman held a pristine luxury bag, still tagged, her eyes gleaming as she appraised its potential market value.
The value could easily reach thousands-perhaps equaling several months of her income.
Rosie slid her laptop across the table to the woman.
“Kennedi, check out this car design I’ve got here,” she said.
Reluctantly, Kennedi Myers put down the bag and began examining the files Rosie had opened, which displayed numerous detailed component designs, each sophisticated and almost flawless.
A look of admiration briefly crossed her face, but her curiosity was clear. Knowing that Rosie’s background was in finance, not design, she asked, “These are quite remarkable, truly first-rate. Ms. Harper, did you create these yourself?”
A flicker of annoyance passed through Rosie’s eyes. She hadn’t expected Kennedi to praise Brenna’s work so highly. A surge of jealousy washed over her-she couldn’t accept Brenna’s potential talent.
“Just assess them,” Rosie said coldly. “What I want to know is how they would fare in our company’s upcoming design competition.”
Kennedi, a pivotal designer at Harper Automotive for many years who had worked on various new models, often offered Rosie flattering remarks during their business interactions.
After a moment of thought, Kennedi answered, “Even considering the stiff competition from both domestic and international teams this time, these designs are definitely top-tier. They would likely place in the top three, at the very least.”
Having known Rosie for years, Kennedi was well aware of her background. Rosie, a finance graduate, had risen to a senior managerial role within a company under the Harper Group. Known for her beauty and intelligence, she was highly regarded by the Harper family for her substantial contributions to their business endeavors.
But that didn’t mean Rosie could do everything. For instance, the highly sophisticated design drafts in front of her-Kennedi was certain Rosie couldn’t have created them.
The designs were revolutionary, integrating state-of-the-art technology and smart systems, redefining standards in car manufacturing. Its luxurious interior was matched by a sleek, aerodynamic exterior that was as stylish as it was functional, minimizing wind resistance while in motion.
Rosie, lacking a background in this area, was unlikely to be the brain behind such sophisticated designs. Despite her vast experience in the auto industry, Kennedi knew it would be a challenge even for seasoned experts to accomplish such a feat.
Kennedi found the intricate dynamics of high society quite puzzling. While she could only guess the thoughts of a wealthy and beautiful woman like Rosie, she knew better than to meddle in the private lives of the elite.
Choosing not to question the origin of the designs, Kennedi decided to praise them enthusiastically, emphasizing innovative features such as energy efficiency, environmental friendliness, and smart system integration.
At first, Rosie smiled in response to the praise, but as Kennedi’s compliments grew more extravagant, she began to feel displeased.
Doubt crept into Rosie’s mind; she couldn’t believe that Brenna, whom she considered quite useless, could have crafted such impressive designs. She believed Brenna must have copied someone else’s work.