The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149 Give Me What Is Rightfully Mine-

The rankings flashed across the electronic screen, and as expected, Rosie’s work claimed the top spot. Though only the entry number was displayed, Rosie knew which one was hers, and a smug smile spread across her face. Feeling triumphant, she quickly sent a message to Brenna.

“The top spot is mine. Get ready to lose all the Harper family’s resources.”

Brenna glanced at her phone, her fingers tapping out a response quickly.

“Don’t be so sure. The real show is just about to unfold.”

Rosie barely gave the reply a second thought. Victory was within her grasp. The first–place prize would secure her the coveted shares and privileges within the Harper family and a hefty bonus from the Harper Group.

As far as she was concerned, Brenna was about to lose everything now.

Just then, a staff member announced, “We will now begin the public display of entries. The winning entries will be shown in a small setting. Any objections can be raised at this time.”

“I accuse the first–place winner of plagiarism!” Tommy suddenly stood up and shouted toward the judges‘ table.

Even without a microphone, Tommy’s voice boomed. His seat was close enough for all nine judges and the

crowd to hear him.

The staff quickly displayed the first–place entry number and the work on every electronic screen in the room.

Everyone’s eyes were locked on the screen, the room humming with murmurs.

Tommy walked up to the judges‘ table and handed them his laptop.

Grabbing the microphone, he said, “Good afternoon, everyone. I’m Tommy McCoy, head of the Night Studio. The first–place work on display is actually a design created by our studio’s lead engineer, who won the prestigious Golden Wrench Award at an international engineering competition in Norview four years ago. The design ranking first is clearly our studio’s engineer’s work in that competition.”

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, disbelief registering on every face.

Rosie was the most stunned of all. She immediately shouted, “Impossible! This is my…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence. It suddenly dawned on her that she had walked straight into Brenna’s trap.

She immediately recognized the second–place entry number. It was Brenna’s.

If she were disqualified now, Brenna would effortlessly step into first place.

Rosie was speechless, shooting a resentful glare in Brenna’s direction.

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Brenna gave Rosie a subtle smile, waved casually, and sent a text to her.

“I hope you are enjoying the surprise.”

Rosie’s grip on her phone tightened as she read the message. Brenna knew that she had bought the design and had been setting up her downfall from the start.

How had she not seen this coming?

Just then, another message lit up her screen–a refund notification for the design purchase.

Meanwhile, on stage, the judges carefully examined the contents of Tommy’s laptop and immediately contacted the Golden Wrench Award Global Committee in Norview to verify the claim.

Shortly after, the first–place entry was officially disqualified.

After that, the judges moved into the final scoring phase.

When the names were revealed next to their entry numbers, shock rippled through the crowd. The same people who had ridiculed Brenna and accused the Harper Group of bias were now rendered speechless.

Brenna’s design was impeccable, earning a score far higher than the second–place entry.

The Harper Group executives, though not serving as judges, were present on the stage. Among them were Shepard and Ernst, who recognized both Brenna’s and Rosie’s entry numbers.

As the situation unfolded, Shepard’s disappointment in Ernst was palpable. He said, “How could you allow this competition to proceed without detecting the plagiarism? Or did you deliberately cover for Rosie?”

Ernst had known that Rosie knew nothing about automotive design and would resort to deception to compete.

“I have nothing to say. I’m willing to step down as CEO of the Harper Group and transfer my shares to Brenna,” Ernst said, rising to his feet and leaving, his face cold as ice.

He couldn’t wrap his mind around how such an obvious case of plagiarism had gone unnoticed by the competition committee.

Who was really pulling the strings behind the scenes?

Was it Brenna?