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 mes. She had to admit the Harper Group''s cars were built tost


    She stayedposed 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 topensate 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 arepletely totaled. You''re recing the whole thing, and you''re paying for his medical bills, too. He''s still stuck inside!"


    He threw a nce 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 ident. 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 outter. 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 ce? 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 red "Watch your mouth!"


    Another middle-aged driver, cigarette dangling from his lips, stepped forward. "Don''t y dumb. You look like


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    a mistress. shy 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 topensate 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 toe 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 nce 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 ce?"


    "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 being down on her, and she was


    indeed a bit pitiful.


    Ernst sighed. "Fine. I''ll arrange it."


    Rosic beamed. "I knew you were the best, Ernst!"


    Just then, Sylvie appeared at the entrance of the police station. She offered a polite nod to Ernst, then took Rosie by the arm and led her away


    Ernst returned to the Harper family''s residence and went straight to the third floor. He then rapped firmly on Brenna''s door.


    Brenna opened the door, surprised. "Ernst, I thought you were at thepany," she said.


    Without answering, Ernst stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "You studied mechanics. You know how cars work inside and out. Rosie took your car, which was wrong, yes. But I want an answer-did you tamper with the brakes?" he said.


    Brenna let out a humorlessugh. "Are you assuming I tampered with it? Why bother asking me at all? Just go ahead and call the police if you think I tampered with the car."


    Ernst''s expression darkened. Brenna''s attitude only fueled his anger. "You and Rosie haven''t exactly been. getting along. Don''t think I''m blind to your schemes. Rosie''s parents are gone, but I''m still here. As long as I''m around, I won''t let you harm her. She took your car and ended up in a rear-end collision. She could''ve died"" he said


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    Brenna gare formed reld and renting That car was deterred today only saw it with Men Fira fest minute I never even troched it If you want answers then investigate properly before you the securatifi round"