Chapter 338
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Brenna let out a soft laugh. “Dad, not a chance. I’m too busy. I just took on a major project of designing a fighter jet for the Weapons Research Institute, and I’m also working on a new system.”
She dropped her trump card, effectively refusing Shepard’s suggestion. Everyone was shocked, but no one was more stunned than Shepard. He had always recognized Brenna’s talent in mechanical design, but he had never imagined she would be working on fighter jets.
This was a matter of national significance. Shepard nodded vigorously, his gaze fixed on Brenna with a new admiration. “Brenna is by far the most accomplished of all the Harper children!” he remarked.
Giselle approached Brenna, clasping her hand with excitement. “Yes, Brenna truly is the most capable. What you are doing now is very important.”
Then, she turned to Dalton, her expression stern. “You have said enough. Start preparing to leave the entertainment industry.”
Dalton pouted, clearly unwilling to accept his fate.
After a long silence, Ernst finally spoke. “I agree with Dad’s decision. I have made mistakes, and I’m willing to step down for a few years.”
Shepard gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. “You have several businesses under your management. Focus on managing those for now.”
“All right,” Ernst agreed with a hint of reluctance, though his tone remained respectful. “Dad, I don’t have any other requests. I just have one thing to ask—please spare Rosie. She has been through a lot.”
Shepard let out a dry scoff. “When have I ever gone after her?”
Ernst was rendered momentarily speechless by that. He didn’t know how to respond.
He was stunned to discover that Brenna had connections at the national level. He had clearly underestimated her.
A sense of inferiority crept in. However, he still saw Brenna as somewhat petty and vindictive.
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Even though Brenna and Rosie weren’t even in the same league, Ernst still felt Brenna should show a bit more grace and let Rosie off the hook. Turning to her, he said, “Brenna, as your brother, I’m asking you to let Rosie off this time.”
Brenna’s gaze turned ice-cold as she met his eyes. “As long as she doesn’t cause trouble for me, I won’t make a move against her.”
Shepard’s anger flared, his voice sharp as he said to Ernst, “You better make sure Rosie backs off. She has been like this since she was a kid—stubbornly determined to get whatever she wants, no matter the cost. You know that better than anyone.”
Though feeling frustrated, Dalton found himself agreeing with his father. “Yeah, we spoiled Rosie growing up. Ernst, you need to have a word with her properly. She needs to change her ways and stop targeting Brenna.”
Ellie woke up lazily around six in the afternoon, finally dragging herself out of the comfort of her soft bed. She had slept the entire day and was only woken up by hunger.
Still wearing her pajamas, she walked into the living room, where the soft glow of the lights blended with the lively sounds of cartoons and quiet voices.
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