The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 What Were You Doing So Secretly In My…

Rosie had a realization. Brenna had been wary of her intentions from the start. It was unlikely that the new laptop held any competition drafts.

Could Brenna’s extensive design portfolio really be stored on that bulky laptop?

Uncertain, Rosie decided she needed to verify this by checking Brenna’s bulky laptop at home. She intended to transfer all the design drafts onto her own device for a thorough review later.

She hurried back home. When she arrived, Rachael was in the kitchen, managing the day’s meals.

Rosie paused at the kitchen entrance to glance at Rachael, then continued upstairs.

Rachael instructed the cooks, “Make sure the meals are easy to chew for Luther and Tessa. They are getting old.”

The kitchen staff nodded their understanding.

Rachael picked up a plate of freshly sliced fruits and headed to the third floor, entering Rosie’s room with it.

“Ms. Harper, welcome back. What would you like for lunch? I can have it made for you,” Rachael said, handing the plate to Rosie.

The plate was adorned with cherries and blueberries. Rosie gracefully selected a cherry, nibbled on it, and then said, “Anything will do. Has Brenna come back yet?”

Rachael paused to think, then answered, “No, she hasn’t. I have been here all morning and didn’t see her return. I recall she left earlier with Mr. Dalton Harper for an art exhibition. He mentioned they wouldn’t be returning for lunch, so there was no need to prepare anything for them. Is there something you need?”

Rosie’s eyes lit up briefly. They weren’t returning for lunch? That suited her plans perfectly.

It was common for the Harper family to leave in the morning and not return until the evening.

With a slight smile, Rosie said, “Nothing. Please, continue with your tasks.”

Rachael nodded and excused herself.

Rosie, now alone and holding some cherries, sauntered across the third floor, peeking into rooms and finding no one around.

Confident that she was alone, she entered Brenna’s room. After ensuring both the bedroom and bathroom were empty, she settled at the desk and powered up the laptop again.

She noticed that the computer only had a handful of design–related folders on the desktop, with nothing else saved.

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She connected a USB drive and swiftly copied the files. She was eager to delve into the contents and their

purpose.

should these files turn out not to be Brenna’s designs, suspicions of draft theft might arise against Brenna.

The USB’s transfer seemed to carry on forever for Rosie, her nerves on edge as she feared Brenna’s return, constantly casting anxious glances toward the door.

But she had locked the door, so even if Brenna returned, she wouldn’t be able to get in immediately.

just then, the walk–in closet’s door creaked open, and Brenna, moving as quietly as a shadow, silently appeared behind Rosie, watching as her design drafts were copied onto the USB.

These designs, however, were merely decoys from past contests, set deliberately by Brenna to trap Rosie.

Thirty seconds later, the files were fully copied. Rosie let out a sigh of relief, removed the USB, shut down the computer, and stood up to leave.

“Ah-”

Rosie spun around, coming face–to–face with Brenna. Startled, she dropped the USB, her face mirroring the shock of encountering a ghost.

“What were you doing on my laptop?” Brenna asked as she bent down to grab the USB. “What did you take?”

Frozen with fear, Rosie recalled her earlier room check; Brenna hadn’t been there. “Where did you come from?

When did you get back?” she asked.

She snatched the USB back from Brenna, clutching it as she pondered her next move.

Brenna smiled faintly, standing in her path to block her escape.

She said, “This is my room; do I have to inform you when I come back to my room? But you, what were you doing so secretly in my room?”

Rosie’s gaze darted to the now–open door of the walk–in closet. “Were you hiding in there earlier?” she asked.

She realized her oversight; she had inspected every other room but missed the walk–in closet.