The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 492:

She said to Brenna, “I only wanted to embarrass you, but you are destroying my entire family. Don’t you think that’s going too far? This was just a petty spat — between us, but you have escalated it into full-blown corporate warfare!”

Ernst stood off to the side, his gaze grim. Sylvie, who had once come to their home as Rosie’s friend, was now showing her true colors. She was bent on scheming against Brenna without an ounce of remorse.

The urge to help Sylvie vanished instantly as he slowly shook his head. Ethan’s voice turned cold. “You are from the Higgins family. You carry the weight of your family’s name. Their downfall is a direct result of your actions.”

Sylvie’s eyes flared with an unmistakable sense of betrayal. “So now you are blaming me for everything? You don’t have the right to say something like that to me! You treated Rosie well before, but the moment Brenna showed up, you turned your back on her! Rosie has always seen you as her future husband! What you did was disappointing!”

She shot to her feet, a fierce finger pointing directly at Brenna. “What makes her so special? How is Rosie beneath her? She stole you from Rosie, and to do it, she framed Rosie! And now you are letting this snake slither into your life? One day, she will sink her venomous fangs into you, and you will regret it! Rosie loved you deeply for years! She is the one who truly deserves your love!”

of your business,” Ethan said in a stern tone. “Rosie was always like a sister to

unfaithful

lips curled into a venomous smirk. “Those hotel photos are all over the internet now. Do you enjoy being cheated on, Ethan? You don’t even care

cracked across Sylvie’s cheek, the brutal force of

damn well that woman in the photos wasn’t Brenna,” Ethan said, his voice dangerously calm. “Say something like that again, and today will be your last day

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order. Their fists and boots crashed down on Sylvie’s crumpled form with

scandal Sylvie had promised them earlier suddenly wasn’t worth the price. They backed away, silenced by the cold professionalism of

today, they would pretend that they had seen nothing. If this was

thought sent chills down the reporters’ spines, making them wish they had never come and witnessed this. The bodyguards’