Chapter 137
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“Miss Harper, now that you’re leaving, would you like to address the live audience?” the influencer asked Rosie.
Only then did Rosie remember the live stream, realizing the gravity of her situation. With many cameras already broadcasting, she scrambled for a way to salvage her image.
“There’s no need for that. My cousin’s return is a celebration, and I must organize a welcome banquet for her, so I’ll leave now,” she said.
Despite her attempt at damage control, the viewers were not fooled. They vividly remembered Rosie confidently asserting earlier that Brenna was not a Harper, and now her sudden change of attitude struck them as insincere.
The live stream’s chat section erupted with comments, openly criticizing Rosie for her two-faced behavior.
Attempts by Sylvie and Vivian to manipulate the online narrative with bots proved futile against the overwhelming real viewer reactions.
Brenna looked at Rosie with an icy stare as the latter uttered hollow, repugnant words, feeling a twist of discomfort within. Rosie had made a fuss for nothing; Brenna believed she must be feeling terrible now.
After all, Rosie had done a lot today.
Brenna walked toward the cluster of journalists, her demeanor radiating poise and beauty—the very picture of refinement.
Rosie caught sight of Brenna’s approach, and her heart skipped a beat, haunted by the fear that Brenna would air their dirty laundry for all to hear. That could spell disaster.
With a strained smile, Rosie mustered faux warmth. “Congratulations, Brenna, on your official entry into the Harper family,” she said.
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Brenna offered a slight smile, allowing the people around to capture her best angles. She replied warmly to Rosie, “From this day forward, I am a Harper, all thanks to your relentless push for the family to verify my ties through DNA.”
“What are you implying, Brenna?” Rosie’s expression faltered slightly as she cursed Brenna inwardly.
She hastily corrected Brenna, saying, “It wasn’t solely my initiative; it was a collective decision by the Harper family. We did this for the family, and for the public as well.”
“Rosie, stop being so modest. The test was your crusade, so credit where it’s due,” Brenna responded with feigned innocence, her tone gentle and sweet.
The people around were all sharp—they picked up on the subtext in Brenna’s words in an instant.
A cherubic-faced female influencer inquired, “Miss Brenna Harper, is the Harper family planning a grand welcome-back party in your honor?”
A snazzily dressed male influencer asked, “And Miss Rosie Harper, since you’ve shown such consideration for Miss Brenna Harper, will you be extending invites to all the high flyers from Shirie to celebrate her return to the family?”
Rosie bristled at the question. She had only casually mentioned a welcome banquet earlier. She hadn’t expected them to take her words seriously.
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