Chapter 267
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Shepard agreed and promptly pulled out his phone to make the call. Meanwhile, Giselle headed upstairs to offer Brenna some comforting gifts as a sign of support.
In her bedroom, Brenna was meticulously examining her helicopter design drafts for any flaws when a notification on her phone caught her attention.
She was astonished to see the message—her father had transferred two hundred million into her account.
Rachael arranged for a moving service to transport Rosie’s possessions to her spacious apartment. Knowing Rosie had been arrested in her pajamas, she also picked out an outfit to bring to her.
The police station buzzed with activity when she arrived, the lobby alive with people rushing in every direction.
Rachael approached a uniformed officer. “I’m the housekeeper for the Harper family. I need to see Rosie Harper immediately. It’s urgent, and you can’t afford to delay matters concerning Miss Harper!” she said arrogantly.
The officer, composed and professional, gave Rachael a brief look, silently dismissing her. Regardless of her being the Harper family’s housekeeper, the notion that she could command priority over police procedures was absurd.
He ignored her and continued on his way.
Rachael called out in frustration, “Are you ignoring me? How dare you treat me with that attitude?”
Yet, she was met with complete indifference.
Left with no other option, she marched into the office handling Rosie’s case. Inside, three officers were focused on sorting through paperwork, while a man with blonde hair, handcuffed and looking submissive, sat in a corner.
“I’m here on behalf of the Harper family to deliver clothes for Miss Harper. Which one of you will assist me?” she demanded, expecting immediate attention.
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However, none of the officers looked at her or acknowledged her presence.
She cleared her throat loudly and exclaimed, “I am the housekeeper of the powerful Harper family. How can you ignore me like this?”
Just then, an officer walked in carrying a stack of documents, brushing past her without apology as he handed them to a colleague. “Captain, here’s the interrogation report. Jay is still not revealing who his boss is,” he said.
Rosie had just finished calling her lawyer and was sitting in the interrogation room, projecting arrogance as she said to two officers nearby, “I won’t speak until my lawyer is here.” The officers were unsure how to proceed.
Within thirty minutes, a lawyer named Bruno Green, accompanied by Ernst, arrived at the station.
Ernst looked serious and was upset about the treatment his sister was receiving. He fixed a stern gaze on the police officers, particularly on the director, Mayson Gomez, a middle-aged man in a white shirt. “This is unacceptable. You’ve brought my sister here in her pajamas. This can’t be right!” he said angrily.
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