The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 Did You Tamper With The Brakes

Rosie stood in the middle of the chaos, finally able to take in the damage. The front of her car was wrecked, but at least it hadn’t gone up in flames. She had to admit the Harper Group’s cars were built to last

She stayed composed and let the furious car owners shout and fume. When their voices began to die down, she lifted her chin with a look of disdain. “What’s all the yelling for? They’re just a few cars. I can afford to compensate you all!” she said.

The driver of the car before her was trapped inside, but two young men from the backseat had already climbed

out.

“So what if you’ve got money?” one of them snapped. “If you don’t know how to drive, stay off the damn read!”

He pointed furiously at the wrecked luxury car. “My buddy just bought this for 18 million. Today was his first time driving it, and he had the bad luck of running into you. What are the odds? Look at it. The front and back of the car are completely totaled. You’re replacing the whole thing, and you’re paying for his medical bills, too. He’s still stuck inside!”

He threw a glance at Rosie’s car. The front was crushed beyond recognition, yet Rosie stood there without so

much as a bruise.

He said, “What kind of car is yours? Never seen it before.”

Rosie rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “It’s custom–made. It costs over ten million,” she said.

With an air of superiority, she scanned the crowd, then pulled out her phone and dialed Sylvie. “I’ve been in a car accident. Traffic’s a mess. Come pick me up.”

Without skipping a beat, she called her secretary. She then said to the people around her, “Stop yelling I’ll pay for all the damages. My secretary will sort this out later. I don’t have time for this.”

She turned and walked off arrogantly

The car owners were furious. One of them stepped in front of her, blocking her path. A woman, clearly just as angry, shoved her. “Who do you think you are, walking around like you own the place? You think you can just throw money at us and leave? So what if your car’s worth over ten million? Now it’s just scrap metal. You think we’re fools who’ll let this go easily?”

“Exactly!” another driver chimed in. “I’ve seen vain women like you before. You’re probably just some rich guy’s side piece. Dressed to impress but not a cent to your name?

Rosie’s anger flared “Watch your mouth!”

Another middle–aged driver, cigarette dangling from his lips, stepped forward. “Don’t play dumb. You look like

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Chapter 129 Did You Tamer With The Bakes

a mistress. Flashy outfit, arrogant attitude what else could you be? Don’t even think about leaving now You’re staying right here until the police show up. If you run off, how are we supposed to track you down? You think you’ve got enough to compensate us all?”

Surrounded by angry car owners, Rosie found herself trapped with no way out. Their furious expressions rattled her, and panic crept in. With trembling hands, she called Ernst and asked him to come help.

Thankfully, the police arrived not long after. Though Rosie’s heart was still pounding, the fear of being physically attacked eased once the officers stepped in.

By the time everything was settled, it was already past one in the afternoon

Outside the police station, Ernst walked beside her and cast a glance at the wrecked vehicle. “Isn’t that the custom–made car for Brenna? Why were you driving it?” he asked

Rosie didn’t know how to answer, so she tried to brush it off. “What’s wrong with me taking it for a spin? I’ve never driven a car like that before. I just wanted to try it. How was I supposed to know the brakes would fail..

she muttered.

Ernst frowned. “That’s impossible. That car’s known for having some of the best performance in the world. The brakes wouldn’t fail just like that. And why were you driving her car in the first place?”

“Mom had the car made for her, but not for me. How is that fair?” Rosie whined. “I’m not happy about it. Ernst, I want one, too. It has to be a better one than Brenna’s. My parents are gone, and no one cares about me in the family. You’re the only one who treats me well. Please, Ernst.”

Ernst’s expression softened. It was true, though. Brenna was surrounded by love. She had their parents and both brothers looking out for her. But Rosie? Lately, everyone seemed to be coming down on her, and she was

indeed a bit pitiful.

Ernst sighed. “Fine. I’ll arrange it.”