Chapter 796
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Isabella commented, “I understand you. Someone didn’t even share a meal with her adoptive parents when they needed help the most. She kicked them out. Some of us are just too soft to fight back.”
Vivian commented, “You’ll get through it.”
Others asked what had really happened, but Rosie dodged the questions. Brenna’s blood boiled. Her jaw tightened as she took a screenshot of the post and sent Rosie a message.
“What exactly are you trying to do with this post? You honestly believe you didn’t deserve to be kicked out? Stop dragging the Harper family’s name through the dirt. Delete the post. Now.”
Rosie didn’t reply to her. Brenna kept her eyes glued to the screen, watching the minutes tick by. After more than ten, she debated calling Rosie but stopped herself.
As she mulled over whether to post a rebuttal, her finger swiped past something that made her stop. It was a forum thread—Rosie had taken her sob story there too, painting herself as the victim who had been heartlessly cast out by the Harper family.
To make matters worse, a swarm of trolls had flooded the thread, showering Rosie with sympathy, all trying to twist the narrative in her favor.
Brenna didn’t hesitate. She forwarded everything to Ernst.
Ernst replied quickly, “Got it. I’m already talking about this with Rosie.”
Brenna responded, “She’s trying to back us into a corner. Her method is cruel.”
Ernst stood alone in the top-floor office of the Harper Group’s headquarters, one hand tucked in his pocket, eyes fixed on his phone screen. Rosie was clearly dodging his calls, and this only fueled his frustration. His brows tightened as the call ended on its own. With an irritated sigh, he crossed over to his wide desk, grabbed the tablet, and refreshed the screen.
The post Rosie had shared earlier was blowing up with engagement. He didn’t need confirmation—his instincts told him she’d hired ghost accounts to fan the flames. But whatever her methods, dragging the Harper name through the mud publicly was unacceptable.
The comment section brimmed with scathing remarks about the Harper family, while waves of support poured in for Rosie.
Ernst called Rosie, but once again, the call rang out with no response.
With every unanswered call, his annoyance deepened. If Rosie continued to brush him off, he’d act without hesitation. The Harper Group’s PR unit might’ve been small and seldom deployed, but when activated, its effectiveness was undeniable.
“Call the head of PR over,” Ernst said to his secretary.
Moments later, a young man in a fitted black suit stepped into the room. “Mr. Harper, how can I assist you?”
“Did you see Rosie’s post?” Ernst asked, reclining in his chair, his fingertips drumming thoughtfully against the desk as he weighed his next move.
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