The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 63

Chapter 63 What Were You Doing So Secretly In My...

Rosie had a realization. Brenna had been wary of her intentions from the start. It was unlikely that the new laptop held any competition drafts.

Could Brenna's extensive design portfolio really be stored on that bulky laptop?

Uncertain, Rosie decided she needed to verify this by checking Brenna's bulky laptop at home. She intended to transfer all the design drafts onto her own device for a thorough review later.

She hurried back home. When she arrived, Rachael was in the kitchen, managing the day's meals.

Rosie paused at the kitchen entrance to glance at Rachael, then continued upstairs.

Rachael instructed the cooks, "Make sure the meals are easy to chew for Luther and Tessa. They are getting old."

The kitchen staff nodded their understanding.

Rachael picked up a plate of freshly sliced fruits and headed to the third floor, entering Rosie's room with it.

"Ms. Harper, welcome back. What would you like for lunch? I can have it made for you," Rachael said, handing the plate to Rosie.

The plate was adorned with cherries and blueberries. Rosie gracefully selected a cherry, nibbled on it, and then said, "Anything will do. Has Brenna come back yet?"

Rachael paused to think, then answered, "No, she hasn't. I have been here all morning and didn't see her return. I recall she left earlier with Mr. Dalton Harper for an art exhibition. He mentioned they wouldn't be returning for lunch, so there was no need to prepare anything for them. Is there something you need?"

Rosie's eyes lit up briefly. They weren't returning for lunch? That suited her plans perfectly.

It was common for the Harper family to leave in the morning and not return until the evening.

smile, Rosie said, "Nothing. Please, continue with your

and

sauntered across the third floor, peeking into rooms

she entered Brenna's room. After ensuring both the bedroom and bathroom were empty, she settled at the desk and powered up the

only had a handful of design-related folders on the desktop, with

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files. She was

purpose.

out not to be Brenna's designs, suspicions of draft theft might arise against

USB's transfer seemed to carry on forever for Rosie, her nerves on edge as she feared Brenna's

door, so even if Brenna returned,

door creaked open, and Brenna, moving as quietly as a shadow, silently appeared behind Rosie, watching

however, were merely decoys from past contests, set deliberately by Brenna

were fully copied. Rosie let out a sigh of relief, removed the USB,

"Ah-"

coming face-to-face with Brenna. Startled, she dropped the

asked as she bent down to grab the USB.

check; Brenna hadn't

did you get back?" she

USB back from Brenna,

move.

faintly, standing in her path

room; do I have to inform you when I