The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 52

Chapter 52 Get Ready To Be Kicked Out Of The Harpe...

Ernst's grip on the pen was so tight that his knuckles turned pale under the strain.

He turned to look at Brenna and said bitterly, "Happy now? You've won. I have to step down as the Vice President and forfeit five percent of my shares in the Harper Group,"

Deep down, it wasn't that he doubted Brenna's identity-he simply couldn't stomach what he saw as her

insatiable greed.

However, if he had to pay such a high price for targeting Brenna, he felt it wasn't worth it.

He was hesitant to sign this.

Brenna looked at him in silence, a cold look on her face. When she saw his hesitation, she snorted and said, "You don't want to give up the status and luxury that come with being a Harper, huh?”

Rosie, unaware of the full details of the agreement, instantly sensed something was wrong from Ernst's reaction. She grabbed a copy from his hand, scanning the terms. The moment she reached the section concerning herself, her voice rang out in protest, sharp with outrage. "Why should I lose my shares and be cut off from my allowance if I lose the bet?"

If this agreement were enforced and she lost the bet, she would have no further claim to the Harper family's wealth. Every privilege she had enjoyed would be stripped away.

Her future would rest entirely on her own abilities.

That was unacceptable!

"Grandpa, Grandma!" She hurriedly handed the document to Luther. "Look at this! Uncle Shepard and Aunt Giselle are being completely unreasonable. What right do they have to take everything from me?"

She couldn't accept it-losing everything she had was out of the question.

the family. But you are an adult, too, aren't you? Plus, you've been working for two years.

to Ernst, he said

hesitated briefly but ultimately pressed the pen to paper, signing all three copies with such force that the paper nearly

had no choice

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to her room. After taking a shower, she settled at her desk, turning on her computer to continue working on a design. There was still an

a knock sounded at

in

was a servant delivering a late-night snack, she added absentmindedly. "No need to bring me snacks anymore. I'm not exactly a

But it's pointless. I've seen what you designed for the Barrett family before-it was

lucky to even get an

but Ernst had reassured her. And now, standing here, she realized her concerns were

signed the

potential, she could always

Brenna lost.

would never

her lips curling in

unrelated to automobiles.

she could make out the details,

and said, "Oh? From what I know, you majored in finance and management. You know nothing about design. If anyone's

in the country, and she had

available.

keep this a secret. She had already discreetly reached out to some