The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 1315:

“Miss Harper, what would you do if you were in my shoes?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper—she wasn’t hoping for miracles, just some perspective.

With a casual shrug, Rosie replied, “Honestly? Lie low for a while. Everyone’s got their eyes on you right now, and that kind of attention doesn’t help. Wait until the gossip dies down. Once people move on, you can go look for a new job. Or, if you’ve got the money, why not start a company? That way, you won’t have to answer to anyone.”

Gracie considered the suggestion. Starting her own company appealed to her — she’d always hated taking orders and preferred steering her own ship. “That’s probably for the best. I’ll do some research and figure out which industry to invest in,” Gracie replied.

Rosie said, “Or you could just relax for once. You’ve got enough saved up to live well for years. You don’t have to do anything now.”

She still remembered how quickly Gracie had shot down her last pitch for a business partnership after that trip to Plomond. She knew bringing up the subject now would only make Gracie unable to trust her. She knew she had to be patient.

“Still, you’re not seriously letting Brenna off the hook, are you, Gracie? After everything she’s put you through?” Rosie said, wanting to provoke Gracie.

off? Never! I wish she’d vanish for good.

a plate of pasta in her hands, Ruby made her way to Alec’s bedroom. Just as she

snatched the phone from Alec’s grasp and set the pasta down on the bedside table. Alec’s voice cracked as he cried out, “Give it back!” He was afraid, but

where it all

and yanked a coat hanger off the wall, swinging it threateningly above his head. Alec stiffened, not daring to say anything now, while she lifted the

at the nursing home these days?” Ruby said in a sweet, polite tone, her lips curling

realized she

frail voice trembled. “What’s wrong

“Oh, it’s nothing serious. We argued a bit this morning, and he decided to throw a fit. He didn’t like my cooking, so he started talking nonsense. Please

complaining to your mother about me? I’ve fed you, sheltered you, and