Chapter 794
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Brenna called Ernst and Dalton, asking them to come back for lunch.
She had a feeling they hadn’t gone far, just stepped out to avoid Rosie.
But Dalton had already headed to his concert venue. Ernst came back soon. “Dad’s still furious. Talk to him,” Brenna whispered as Ernst stepped through the door.
During the meal, Shepard kept venting, his frustration with Rosie spilling over.
“Let’s just act like she was never part of this family,” Giselle said gently, trying once more to calm him.
Just then, Brenna’s phone lit up with a message. She checked the screen and saw it was from Rosie.
“So? Interested in working with me?”
Brenna stared at the screen, then deleted the message without replying. She couldn’t believe Rosie had the nerve to reach out to her. After a while, she received another message from Rosie.
“Guess who I’m having dinner with now?”
The message was followed by a photo of Denis and Isabella.
Rosie’s message came again. “You won’t partner with me? Fine. I’ll pass all the projects to the Wagner Group. There’s no shortage of people eager to team up with me.”
Brenna slid her phone to the middle of the table, her voice cold. “You should see this.”
Shepard picked the phone up and read the messages Rosie had sent Brenna. The scowl on his face came quickly.
“She’s trying to play mind games. She thinks scaring you will push us to bend. Let her give her deals to someone else. We’re not chasing after her money. She’s walking around like we need her scraps.” The warmth he had once had for Rosie had completely disappeared.
Rosie’s actions had truly broken his heart. He passed the phone to Giselle with a dark expression. “Look at this. What has Rosie become? All she cares about is money and profit.”
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Giselle and Ernst both leaned over to read the messages. Their expressions darkened.
Giselle spoke through clenched teeth. “We treated her like our own, but she treats us like pawns.”
Ernst reached over and gave her shoulder a gentle pat. “Don’t take it to heart, Mom. Let’s just forget she was ever part of our family.”
Brenna took her phone back and didn’t reply to Rosie.
After eating, she headed upstairs. She picked out a chic outfit, did her makeup with care, and chose a designer handbag. After putting a few must-haves in the bag, she made her way down. Knowing the concert crowd would make parking a nightmare, she had the house driver take her there instead.
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