The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 66

Chapter 66 Don't Let Rosie Manipulate The Truth

As night settled in, Dalton's luxury sports car pulled into the driveway, its engine fading to a quiet hum as the vehicle came to a stop. The clock had already ticked past ten when he stepped out, ushering Brenna inside the house

"Take those two paintings up to Brenna's room," Dalton instructed the servants, nodding toward the trunk as he made his way toward the front door.

The two paintings though modest in size, each held a unique charm. One depicted a rose bush in full bloom, its delicate petals seemingly alive with color, while the other portrayed a serene farmhouse courtyard. The imagery was rich with pastoral simplicity-a hen clucked softly, surrounded by her chicks, while the earth was dotted with sorghum. In the corner of the scene, a content cat rested, a chick perched serenely on its back, creating a moment of unexpected harmony.

Julia and a servant carefully lifted the paintings, their movements careful as they followed Brenna toward the elevator.

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 curiosity. "Miss Harper, where would you like these paintings hung?

Brenna glanced at the paintings thoughtfully before answering, her tone calm and certain, "Place the rose painting above the living room sofa. The one with the hen should be placed above my desk."

As Brenna and Dalton exited the elevator on the third floor, they immediately found themselves confronted by Ernst, standing at the end of the hallway. His stance was rigid, his arms crossed as his gaze hardened, focusing directly on them. He was wearing a dark expression.

began, his voice firm but controlled, "I understand you have just returned and need care, attention, and

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broad shoulders were tense, and his dark brows furrowed deeply. His usually composed

his voice tinged with irritation. "What are you getting at, Ernst?

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slipped past them with the paintings, moving discreetly into Brenna's room, avoiding getting caught in

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detect her injury. I am truly impressed by your skills, Brenna. But let's be clear about something. You have indeed just returned and have suffered a lot outside the family. But we owe you nothing. Don't take your frustrations out on Rosie. You shouldn't have used the