Chapter 70
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Brenna took the certificates from Giselle and put them on the chair beside her, deciding not to waste any more words on Ernst.
Giselle turned to her and said with concern, “Brenna, the Barrett family has been exploiting you. Surely, they wouldn’t have paid for your overseas education. How did you manage before?”
She already knew the answer, but she asked the question anyway, hoping to stir more sympathy toward Brenna from the family.
Later that evening, after taking a shower, Brenna checked the stock market. Without hesitation, she invested all the money she had earned over the past two days.
Just then, a knock came at the door. Giselle stepped inside, carrying a cardboard box. She glanced at Brenna’s screen and immediately understood what she was doing. She just felt that Brenna’s computer looked so heavy.
She placed the box on the table and smiled warmly. “I noticed your computer looks old and heavy. It’s probably outdated. So, I bought you a new one. It’s the best model on the market.”
Brenna wanted to call her “Mom,” but the word caught in her throat. Still, the gratitude she felt for Giselle ran deep. Just one look at the product label on the box told her this was the most advanced computer on the market. Giselle was really treating her well. Brenna couldn’t help but notice how differently Giselle was treating her than her foster mother.
“Thank you,” Brenna said with a smile before immediately unpacking the new computer.
Giselle watched her and then asked, “Are you really going to participate in that car design competition?”
Brenna nodded confidently. “I am. And I plan to win,” she said.
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Giselle leaned against the table and said with a serious expression, “Brenna, this competition has the Harper Group’s full backing. The prize money is substantial, and it’s attracting top designers from all over the world. As far as I know, the top ten automotive designers have already registered. The top three winners won’t just get prize money; they’ll have the opportunity to sign exclusive contracts with the Harper Group, with a very generous profit-sharing.”
Giselle looked at Brenna with concern. “Rosie and Ernst didn’t act appropriately today. I’ll speak with them later. It wasn’t fair for them to pressure you into this competition. Winning first place will be no easy feat, and even securing a spot in the top ten globally will be an immense challenge. But don’t worry—I’ll make sure Ernst and Rosie apologize to you. As for the promised shares, I’ll see to it that your father follows through.”
Brenna was already familiar with this design competition—her studio had already signed up to participate.
She said to Giselle, “There’s no need for that. I want to prove myself on my own terms. I don’t want them to look down on me.”
Giselle was left with no choice. She could only nod. After all, she couldn’t tell her daughter that she believed she had no chance of winning the competition.
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