Chapter 119
Chapter 119:
With Julia’s footsteps fading downstairs, Rosie stealthily checked Giselle’s room and found she was not there. Then, she tiptoed into Brenna’s room.
On Brenna’s desk stood a top-of-the-line, brand-new laptop, worth hundreds of thousands—just like hers but in a different color.
She confidently pressed the power button, and within seconds, the login screen appeared.
Rosie’s brow furrowed as she muttered irritably, “It needs a password p>
After a moment’s thought, she tried the date Brenna had returned to the family as the password. Her face lit up as the computer unlocked.
With a self-satisfied grin, she muttered, “So predictable, using your return date as your password p>
Rosie pondered the significance of that day to Brenna. She must have thought it important because it marked her return to a wealthy family. Confirming her suspicion that Brenna had a fixation on money, Rosie began exploring the desktop folders, quickly finding one labeled “Competition Designs p>
Her pulse quickened as she opened it to discover sketches of car exteriors and advanced control systems. Although she wasn’t well-versed in automotive design, she knew these were related to cars.
She browsed through more files, all related to component designs.
While unable to judge their quality, she knew people who could.
Without hesitation, she plugged in her USB drive and downloaded all the files. Once copied, she ejected the USB, shut down the computer, and left the room.
Shortly after Rosie’s departure, Ernst came down the stairs, pausing at the landing to make sure he was alone before slipping into Brenna’s room. After a thorough search of her bed, he found several strands of hair. He took out a clear ziplock bag from his pocket and sealed the hairs inside.
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Taking advantage of the empty house, he also collected some hairs from his parents’ bed, storing them in another bag.
Having secured what he needed, Ernst left the house without having breakfast.
At a café, Rosie sat opposite a sharply dressed woman in her thirties, wearing black-framed glasses. The woman held a pristine luxury bag, still tagged, her eyes gleaming as she appraised its potential market value.
The value could easily reach thousands—perhaps equaling several months of her income.
Rosie slid her laptop across the table to the woman.
“Kennedi, check out this car design I’ve got here,” she said.
Reluctantly, Kennedi Myers put down the bag and began examining the files Rosie had opened, which displayed numerous detailed component designs, each sophisticated and almost flawless.
A look of admiration briefly crossed her face, but her curiosity was clear. Knowing that Rosie’s background was in finance, not design, she asked, “These are quite remarkable, truly first-rate. Ms. Harper, did you create these yourself p>