The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58 Miss Harper Has Never Undergone…

Hackett pull

well–known

aside, lov g his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. He recognized Dalton, but only by his

name, never realizing that his surname was actually Harper.

Running into a celebrity like Dalton had momentarily left him stunned. Once the excitement settled, an alarming realization hit him.

He said to Rosie, “Rosie, the expert Dalton brought in is someone I know–Colt Guzman, one of the top plastic

surgeons in the country. He’s highly respected in the field, and if I try to fabricate evidence, he’ll expose it in an

instant”

Panic flickered across Rosie’s face. The last thing she wanted was for Colt to evaluate Brenna, but there was no

way to prevent it now. “So what do we do? Do you have any ideas?” she asked.

Hackett exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “There’s nothing I can do. Colt is not just any doctor–he’s a

professor. I’m just starting my career; he doesn’t even know me. You need to figure something out fast, or

once he gets here, it’ll be too late.”

Rosie nodded, but no solution came to mind.

Seeing no way out, Hackett grabbed his medical box and hurried away. If Colt discovered he was involved in

falsifying medical records, his entire career would be at risk.

It wasn’t worth it for something so trivial.

“Hackett!” Rosie called, watching as he slid into his car. “Where do you think you’re going? You promised to help me!”

Hackett lowered the window just enough to look at her, an apologetic look on his face. “Rosie, I can’t go up against someone like Colt. I won’t risk everything for this. You should find someone else to help you.”

From the passenger seat, he grabbed an envelope and gave it to Rosie–the same twenty thousand dollars she had given him as payment.

“I’ll double it!” Rosie tried to shove the envelope back through the window, but Hackett refused to take it. Without another word, he rolled up the window and drove off.

Rosie clenched her fists in frustration. Time was running out, and she had no backup plan. Furious, she muttered curses under her breath,

Soon, Colt arrived. He was a distinguished scholar, his hair streaked with gray. He looked dignified and gentle.

Dalton personally opened the car door for him and greeted him with genuine respect. “Mr. Guzman, I really appreciate you taking the time to come,” he said.

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< Chapter 58 Miss Harper Has Never Undergone Plastic Surgery

Colt offered a polite nod before stepping inside. He carried none of the arrogance one might expect from a man

of his reputation

Rosie, observing from a distance, frowned. He looked too plain, too ordinary to be the renowned expert Hackett had feared. She scrutinized his every move, unimpressed.

She settled into her seat, convinced that Brenna was moments away from humiliation. Even with Hackett no longer involved, she felt no concern. She would just insist that Brenna had definitely undergone plastic surgery.

Colt wasted n time. He assessed Brenna’s face with a keen eye, checking the common surgical points where

incisions w

lly made. After a brief but thorough examination, he declared, “Miss Harper has never

undergone F

rgery.”

Rosie’s jaw tightened in disbelief. She stepped forward desperately. “That can’t be right! No one looks that

perfect naturally.”

Colt’s eyes settled on her. “I’ve been in this field for decades. I can detect surgical alterations immediately. For

instance, I can tell that you’ve had your nose augmented, your eyelids enhanced, and your lip line adjusted.

The work wasn’t done flawlessly–there are still visible surgical marks.”

Brenna chuckled softly. “I also noticed that. I wonder if her full chest was also enhanced.”

Colt replied with a faint smile, “That’s simple enough to confirm. A quick check for incision scars beneath the arms would tell us everything.”

Rosie’s entire body tensed. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, running away embarrassed. She quickly went upstairs.

She had spent years dissatisfied with her appearance, convinced her nose was too flat, her breasts too small, her eyelids unappealing. Determined to perfect herself, she had traveled overseas for surgical enhancements. When she had returned, people had said she looked prettier, although they couldn’t exactly tell what had changed.

She had been certain that no one could detect the work she had done.