The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 493:

“Defamation carries prison time,” Brenna said, looking at Sylvie. “Since you’re so eager for it, I will let you go to prison.”

Sylvie’s bloodied fingers clawed at the space between them, failing to reach the hem of Brenna’s dress. “Please don’t…” The words bubbled out through bloodied lips. “I’ll… I’ll do anything you want… Just don’t call the police. My life will be over if I go to jail.”

But Brenna didn’t spare her a glance. Her gaze stayed locked on her phone screen. Surprisingly, Rosie’s name was nowhere to be found in Sylvie’s damning messages. It seemed Rosie was uncharacteristically cautious this time.

“I gave you many chances to redeem yourself,” Brenna said coldly, her voice sharp. “But you threw them all away and schemed against me time and time again. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out about your schemes with Rosie? That little stunt with sending her to Jay… Tell me, Sylvie, how many years do you think the courts will hand you when they tally up all your crimes?”

Ethan’s fingers moved swiftly over his phone screen, dialing the police with calm precision.

to step closer,

asked sharply. “What

in glasses gulped audibly before speaking. “Nothing at all, sir.

continued, “She offered us money and showed us compromising photos of Miss Harper in bed. She wanted us to publish them to ruin her reputation. But we are professional journalists: we would never be part of something so unethical. We plan to expose Sylvie’s edited photo scheme.

over themselves to offer more dramatic testimonies. He chimed in now and

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officers didn’t say a word as they took Sylvie’s battered body away. Her shallow breaths were the only sign that life

said softly, looking at Ethan with a warm smile. “I couldn’t have

schedule for Tuesday afternoons—four consecutive weekly sessions stretching over two months. On that particular Tuesday, Brenna finished her lunch early and arrived at her temporary campus office by one in the afternoon. The university had assigned her a spot in the Mechanical Engineering

were often tied up with graduate supervision. Only Brenna, the academic advisor, and a handful of lecturers typically frequented the space. For the lecture this time, Brenna had brought along Tommy, who was busy arranging automotive models at