The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 928:

The moment Rosie saw Jordy’s arrogant smirk, her annoyance flared. He always strutted around, acting as if he were smarter than everyone else. She glared at him scornfully. “Quit making excuses. You’re useless. You can’t even handle something this simple.”

With a dismissive snort, Jordy replied, “What’s with that attitude? Have you forgotten who’s always been by your side, loyal from day one? Denis stabbed you in the back. Tina’s completely worthless. I’m the only one who’s both competent and trustworthy.”

A shadow crossed Rosie’s expression as she slowly raised an eyebrow, the pieces finally falling into place. Now, she understood why Denis had turned on her, and why she hadn’t noticed the signs before.

She concluded that Clive must’ve had powerful backing from the start; no common thug could’ve risen through the ranks so quickly.

Rosie responded, “Without me, your family would’ve long since fallen to the Harpers and Ethan. Do you think you have the right to challenge me? Show some gratitude and speak respectfully. Remember, I put you in your position, and I can take you down just as easily.”

Though irritation flashed across Jordy’s face, he reluctantly acknowledged Rosie’s power. Even the Harpers treaded carefully around her. Begrudgingly, he softened his tone. “Fine. No need to get worked up. I’ve done everything I could and brought you every piece of information. But I simply can’t find out where Clive lives.”

fear that Denis might discard her completely haunted her. Yet, a stubborn

reasoned that she might still retain Denis’ favor if he

she would become

unlocked it hurriedly, bewildered as notifications flooded her screen, piling up for a while before finally

Each alert showed massive withdrawals—ten million, thirty million, seventy million, thirty million… She froze, hands shaking as she reached the final notification: a transfer of exactly

stammered, pressing the phone toward her. “All my money is

gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s․cøm fuels your imagination

leaned in, eyes wide. The screen confirmed their worst fears. She sank onto the bed, her legs giving way.

through the alerts again. They were unmistakably real. Without a

to all the money

voice replied, “We were about to contact you. Two hundred seventy million was transferred from your account in seven minutes.