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Chapter 61 Chapter 61 Stealing The Blueprints At her bwindow, Rosie watched with a sardonic smile as Brenna stepped into Dalton's sleek car.
With a derisive chuckle, she taunted under her breath, "Thinking you're someone special because you have a celebrity brother, Brenna? Dalton has just returned, and you're already clinging to him. Do you want the whole world to know that he has such a plain sister like you? How shameless!" Rosie stayed by the window, her eyes following the sports car until it disappeared from view. Then, she turned to leave.
When she opened her door and stepped out, Rosie glimpsed into Brenna's room, left open. Inside, Julia was efficiently cleaning, swiftly turning the disorderly room into a space as immaculate as a luxury hotel suite. Everyone knew Brenna had once been relegated to the smallest room at the Barrett estate, her living conditions not much better than those of a storeroom in the attic.
Rosie couldn't help but think how unsuitable it was for Brenna to reside in the opulent Harper home. The thought reinforced her belief that Brenna really didn't belong here.
After finishing up, Julia stepped out of Brenna's room, offering Rosie a courteous nod.
Pointing to the waste bin near her door, Rosie instructed, "Take this out, too." Julia dutifully carried away the trash.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRosie lingered by the door, pretending to be occupied with her phone, keeping an eye on Julia until she rounded the stairwell corner. With Julia's footsteps echoing downstairs, Rosie stealthily checked Giselle's room and found she was not here. Then, she tiptoed into Brenna's room.
On Brenna's desk, a top-of-the-line, brand-new laptop stood. It was worth hundreds of thousands, exactly like hers but in another color.
She confidently pressed the power button, and in mere seconds, the login screen awaited her input. Rosie's brow furrowed, and she muttered irritably, "It needs a password?" After a moment's thought, she tried the date Brenna had returned to the family as the password, and her face lit up as the computer unlocked.
With a self-satisfied grin, she muttered, "So predictable, using your return date as your password." Rosie pondered the significance of that day to Brenna. Brenna must have thought that day was important because she had returned to a wealthy family. Confirming her suspicion that Brenna had a fixation with money, Rosie began exploring the desktop folders, quickly homing in on one marked "Competition Designs". Chapter 61 Stealing The Blueprints Her pulse quickened as she opened it to discover sketches of car exteriors and advanced control systems. While not well versed in automotive design, she just knew that these were for cars.
She browsed through more files, all related to component designs. Although unable to judge their quality, she knew people who could.
She was:d no tconnecting her USB drive to download the files.
Once a copied everything, she ejected the USB, powered down the computer, and exited the room.
Just al departure, Ernst descended the stairs, pausing at the landing to ensure he was alone before slipping into Brenna's room. After a thorough search of her bed, he found several strands of hair.
He produced a clear ziplock bag from his pocket and secured the hairs inside.
Seizing the opportunity of an empty house, he also gathered a few hairs from his parents' bed, storing them in another bag.
Having secured what he needed, Ernst left the house without having breakfast.
In a café.
Rosie sat opposite a sharply dressed woman in her thirties, wearing black-framed glasses. The woman e was holding a pristine luxury bag, still tagged. Her eyes gleamed, evidently appraising the bag's potential market value. The value could easily climb into the thousands, perhaps equaling a few months of her income.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRosie slid her laptop across the table to the woman.
She said, "Kennedi, check out this car design I've got here." Reluctantly, Kennedi Myers put down the bag and started to go through the files Rosie had opened, which displayed numerous detailed component designs, each one sophisticated and almost flawless.
A look of admiration briefly crossed her face, yet her curiosity shone through. Kennedi was aware that Rosie's background was in finance, 上 not design. "These are quite remarkable, truly first-rate. Ms.
Harper, did you create these yourself?" she asked. A flicker of annoyance passed through Rosie's eyes. She hadn't anticipated Kennedi's high praise of Brenna's work. A surge of jealousy washed over her; she couldn't accept Brenna's potential talent.
"Just assess them," Rosie said coldly. "What I want to know is how they would stand in our company's upcoming design competition." Kennedi, who had been a pivotal designer at Harper Automotive for many years and had worked on various new models, often offered Rosie flattering remarks during their business interactions.
After a moment of thought, Kennedi answered, "Even considering the stiff competition from both domestic and ve international teams this time, these designs are definitely top-tier. They would likely be ranked in the top three, at the very least."