Chapter 596
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Dalton shook his head, disappointment etched on his face. “If she’s so eager to leave our family, then let her go; let’s cut ties with her once and for all.”
Ernst was also angry but remained silent.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Rosie’s expression darkened as she absorbed Rachael’s words. After a while, she muttered, “Brenna really is something else; she even let that slip. Of all people, she’s the one who’s most eager to see me gone. If I’m leaving, I’ll take every last cent from Harper Group with me. Since I mean nothing to them, they can brace themselves for a reckoning.”
The thought of Brenna marrying Ethan ignited a fire of resentment within her. She quickly said, “Rachael, I need you to do something for me. Before I go, I will ruin Brenna’s reputation and ensure the Harper family faces financial ruin!”
On Tuesday afternoon, just after six, Brenna and Tommy stepped out of the engineering building and immediately spotted Giselle.
Giselle looked pristine, clad in a sharp pantsuit that exuded competence and confidence. As a finance professor primarily supervising graduate students, she wasn’t a familiar face among the engineering students.
She stood on the steps, engaged in a light-hearted conversation with a male professor from the engineering department. The man, of average build and surprisingly youthful for his age, offered a warm smile. “Congratulations, Professor Harper,” he said. “I’ve heard whispers that you’re on the brink of being promoted to vice president.”
Giselle responded with a polite smile, neither confirming nor denying the rumor. “That’s what they say,” she said with a hint of modesty.
This professor, Sean McCoy, supervised graduate students and occasionally collaborated with the Harper Group, so he was familiar with Brenna’s accomplishments. He chuckled. “Look at Brenna. She’s even younger than my grad students, yet she has achieved so much more than they have. You must be very proud of her.”
“Very proud,” Giselle replied, exchanging a few more pleasantries before Sean took his leave.
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As Brenna approached Giselle, she said, “Mom, what brings you here?” Giselle usually drove home on her own, but today she was waiting for Brenna, which was uncommon.
Giselle let her practiced smile slip away, her expression darkening with frustration. “Elsa retired early from the military’s performance troupe, and now our university has brought her in to teach in the arts department. She came to see me at noon today, invited me to dinner tonight to discuss something, and insisted I bring you along.”
Just recalling the encounter ignited Giselle’s anger. Elsa had addressed her as if she were her superior, using a commanding tone.
Giselle had been furious and had argued with Elsa, their voices raised enough to attract the attention of colleagues from nearby offices. Giselle continued, “Elsa is so used to barking orders in her old military troupe that she treats me like I’m beneath her. That is outrageous!” Brenna slipped her arm through Giselle’s, trying to offer comfort.
“That’s just Elsa; she treats everyone like they’re beneath her. So what if her son is the richest man in the world? Does she think everyone’s desperate to win her favor? That’s absurd. The last time I met her, she tried to boss me around too, but I stood my ground.”
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