Chapter 117
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With a comforting squeeze on Dalton’s arm, Brenna reassured him with a smile, indicating she was perfectly fine with it.
“It doesn’t bother me. We’ve already agreed to the bet. As long as you’re ready to face the possibility of losing, I’m in,” Brenna said boldly, locking eyes with Ernst without fear.
As Luther watched the scene unfold, he felt conflicted. His grandchildren were all stubborn in their own ways. Ernst, in particular, stood out with his usual overconfidence. He had sailed through life with little resistance and never faced any real challenges.
Luther interjected, “The deal is set, and I’ve had the secretariat announce it within the company.” He turned to Ernst. “Ernst, if Brenna truly belongs to the Harper family, you stand to lose it all. Brace yourself, for I will show no mercy when the time comes.”
Ernst remained defiant and replied, “Grandfather, Brenna’s boldness is unlike anything I’ve seen. We’re already at the point of conducting a DNA test, yet she’s not backing down. If she truly does not belong to the Harper family, then I won’t let her off easily.”
With an air of arrogance, Rosie exchanged a glance with Ernst before walking over to Brenna. Without hesitation, she reached out and pulled a few strands of Brenna’s hair.
Brenna winced at the sudden pain. “What are you doing?”
Holding the hair strands with a sneer, Rosie replied, “I’m getting your hair for the test, obviously.”
“You could have been more gentle,” Brenna said, running her fingers over her scalp. Then, she examined the strands of hair Rosie had pulled, noting their color and length.
Ignoring her, Rosie walked over to Shepard. “Uncle Shepard, I need a few of your hairs, too. Just five should be enough.”
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Though clearly displeased, Shepard reluctantly pulled out a few hairs and handed them to Rosie.
Struggling to hide her delight, Rosie quietly plotted something deceitful. She intended to switch the hair samples to ensure the test results showed that Brenna did not belong to the family.
With a mocking gesture, she waved the hair samples in front of Brenna. “I’m sending these straight to the top forensic lab in Shirie,” she said, her tone deliberately provocative.
As the first light of dawn filled the sky the next day, Brenna watched servants hurriedly move belongings from the fifth floor. She stopped Julia, puzzled. “What’s all this commotion? Who’s moving out?”
“It’s Mr. Ableson Harper and his family. They’ve been considering living more independently for a while now. The children are all adults, and Mr. Harper is in good health. With your return, things are getting a bit cramped, so it’s time for them to have a place of their own,” Julia replied.
Continuing her tasks, Julia disappeared downstairs carrying a box.
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