The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 248 She WantsDead "Mom, I'll keep an eye on Rosie." Brenna locked eyes with Giselle, her gaze unwavering. "With my finance background, tracking her assets is easy for me. Don't worry; financial warfare happens to be my forte." Without a word, Ernst strode out of the room, giving Brenna and Giselle a curt nod before making his way up the stairs.

Brenna retreated to her bedroom, her steps measured.

As she neared her door, Rosie's door creaked open. Seated in her wheelchair, Rosie glared at Brenna, with Rachael standing behind her.

"Just answer me," Rosie said, her voice laced with accusation. "Did you tamper with my car?" Brenna tilted her head slightly, her icy gaze falling on Rosie. "Did you enjoy the results?" she asked.

That frigid tone sucked the air from Rosie's lungs, freezing her smirk in 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 body.

"You..." For a moment, Rosie didn't know what to say. Fear strangled the rest of her indignation. She had not expected this from Brenna.

Brenna had all but confessed, and yet there wasn't a trace of guilt or hesitation in her expression, just the glint of cold satisfaction.

The audacity caught Rosie off guard.

Brenna straightened, her resolve like steel. "Didn't your hired goons cafter me? What's wrong withfighting back? Were you expectingto do nothing after you tried to harm me?" After a pause, she continued, "What do you think of my countermove? Do you like it? If not, I can do more." Her voice was low but laced with danger. "Tryagain, and I won't hesitate to kill you." The glare she shot at Rachael was a silent threat.

Rachael, who had meant to make things difficult for Brenna, suddenly found herself unable to meet her fierce gaze.

Yet beneath her fear, resentment simmered.

Brenna quickly walked to her room and shut the door behind her.

1 Rachael wheeled Rosie into her room and finally found her tongue. "Brenna admitted it! That arrogant bitch!" Rosie snorted in anger, her hands trembling like leaves in a storm. "She nearly gotkilled last time. But she feels no guilt over the matter. I can even feel that she wantsdead." Concern creased her brow as she turned to Rachael. "Do you think I shouldn't have cback? What if she really does try to kill me?" Rachael quaked at the thought-she understood the dark secrets of the wealthy. Taking out a young woman like Rosie would be child's play for the Harpers.

A business empire like theirs surely had its share of enemies. There must have been people the Harper family had crossed. Rachael believed the Harpers must have ways to make problems vanish without a trace.

Yet she was in the dark about their methods.

hers for to "At least the Harpers won't act openly against you. you need to keep a low profile-don't provoke them further," Rachael suggested.

Rosie's fear clashed with her resentment. She had schemed to humiliate Brenna and win Ethan back before. But now, Brenna's lethal glare haunted her, making her afraid to make any moves.

The next morning, Brenna slept well past eleven before asking the chef to pack sfood for her.

She then drove to Ellie's place. Patrick answered the door in his pajamas, cookie crumbs dusting his cheeks. "Morning! Where's your mom?" Brenna asked.

Patrick pouted, pointing toward the bedroom. "She's still in dreamland, tellingto prepare food for myself. Back in Norview, she always letcook and complained that my cooking was giving her malnutrition! But I only know how to make a few simple dishes! I'm just a kid, after all." Brenna wasn't surprised by this. Ellie's parenting philosophy seemed to be that survival equaled success.

"Poor you," Brenna said as she went inside and opened the containers she had brought. "I brought you sreal food. I also picked these myself from the countryside yesterday." She carefully stored sweet corn, grapes, and cherry tomatoes in the fridge.

She then told Patrick that the corn only needed to be boiled for fifteen minutes before he could eat it, and that he could eat the grapes and cherry tomatoes after washing them. "Thank you!" Patrick exclaimed, eating the dishes Brenna had brought happily. Brenna soon joined him.

After a while, Ellie emerged from the bedroom, drawn by the aroma of food, her beige silk dress clinging to her curves. With her hair casually cascading over her shoulders, she looked effortlessly charming. "Why didn't you wake me? The food smells so good." Just then, the doorbell rang. Assuming it was Jayceon again, Ellie groaned, "Jayceon is so annoying, always botheringon weekends..." With a huff, she trudged to the door and opened it, only to be met by the sight of two elderly people and a young man.

"Mom? Dad? Hank?" Ellie stood frozen, disbelief washing over her as she had never expected her family to track her down.

Tori Moore, Ellie's mother, saw Ellie and instantly pushed past her to enter the house.

She said, "When did you cback? Why didn't you tell us? If it weren't for my friend seeing you at the mall, We wouldn' Neven know you've struck it rich! Are you hiding your wealth from us? How could you do something like that?" Ellie's father, Leif Moore, and her brother, Hank Moore, also stepped inside, their eyes wide as they took in the spacious and well-decorated apartment.

Hank's eyes sparkled with envy. "Ellie! You live in such a nice place; you must be loaded!" Patrick looked up from his plate, clearly confused by the sudden influx of strangers. "Mommy, who are they?" Noticing Patrick, Tori shrieked, pointing at Patrick. "Whose child is this?"