The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 453:

After a pause, she continued, “I suspect he’s worried that if Ernst takes too long to come back, the CEO chair might end up with you. His patriarchal views are clear.”

Brenna squeezed Giselle’s hand and replied, “My two studios keep me busy already, and they’re thriving. I’ve never wanted to take control of the Harper Group.”

Giselle’s expression hardened. The more sensible Brenna seemed, the more acutely Giselle felt the sting of injustice. “How can you just accept this? Every Harper descendant deserves equal rights to compete for the CEO position of the Harper Group, regardless of gender. Why should you settle for mere shares? You’re a reserved person, but that doesn’t mean they can push you around. I absolutely reject your grandfather’s outdated notions about succession.”

Just then, from the bedroom, Ernst’s voice rose in protest. “Dad, Dalton is managing the company well. My early efforts at the Harper Group paled in comparison to his current work. Given time, he’ll outshine me completely.”

Shepard’s irritated voice echoed, “Have you forgotten what your grandfather said?”

Ernst countered firmly, “Dad, sometimes wisdom comes from the younger generation. Grandpa’s age has dulled his vision. Must you inherit his shortsightedness? The Harper Group will become a laughingstock if we blindly follow everything Grandpa says. The shareholders won’t hesitate to mock our incompetence.”

and Brenna couldn’t catch

noticed that Grandpa plans to put Rosie on the board? She’s angling to

confirmed Ernst’s implication. Luther’s lingering guilt over Carsen’s death fueled this irrational favoritism; otherwise, he wouldn’t be defending Rosie after everything she

Brenna’s hand and said, “After all you’ve been

locked eyes with Giselle, her gaze unwavering. “With my finance background, tracking her assets is easy for me. Don’t worry;

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a word, Ernst strode out of the room, giving Brenna and

her door, Rosie’s door creaked open. Seated in her

me,” Rosie said, her voice laced with accusation. “Did you tamper

gaze falling

lungs, freezing her smirk mid-curve. The unspoken truth hung thick between them — Brenna had done it. Brenna’s cold stare, brimming with the promise of something far worse, sent a shudder rippling through Rosie’s