Chapter 149 Give Me What Is Rightfully Mine-


    The rankings shed across the electronic screen, and as expected, Rosie''s work imed the top spot. Though only the entry number was disyed, 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 nced 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-ce 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 disy of entries. The winning entries will be shown in a small setting. Any objections can be raised at this time."


    "I use the first-ce winner of giarism!" 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 disyed the first-ce 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 hisptop.


    Grabbing the microphone, he said, "Good afternoon, everyone. I''m Tommy McCoy, head of the Night Studio. The first-ce work on disy is actually a design created by our studio''s lead engineer, who won the prestigious Golden Wrench Award at an international engineeringpetition in Norview four years ago. The design ranking first is clearly our studio''s engineer''s work in thatpetition."


    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-ce entry number. It was Brenna''s.


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


    Rosie was speechless, shooting a resentful re 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 thising?


    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''sptop and immediately contacted the Golden Wrench Award Global Committee in Norview to verify the im.


    Shortly after, the first-ce 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 used the Harper Group of bias were now rendered speechless.


    Brenna''s design was impable, earning a score far higher than the second- ce 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 thispetition to proceed without detecting the giarism? Or did you deliberately cover for Rosie?"


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


    "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 giarism had gone unnoticed by thepetitionmittee.


    Who was really pulling the strings behind the scenes?


    Was it Brenna?


    That seemed unlikely. She had never set foot in the Harper Group building, wasn''t familiar with its executives, and had no idea who was even responsible for organizing thepetition.


    Moreover, he had been keeping an eye on her, and there was no indication that she had interfered with Harper Group''s matters.


    Was there someone secretly helping Brenna?


    He couldn''t make sense of the matter.


    That evening, the Harper family gathered at the house. Even Rosie, who had


    been kicked out, had to show up. Ableson''s family was also present.


    They all sat on the sofa, eyes fixed on the agreement on the coffee table.


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    Shepard''s expression was grim as he said, "ording to the terms of the agreement, if Brenna wins, Ernst will willingly give up his shares in the Harper Group, resign from the board, and step down as CEO Rosie will also transfer her shares to Brenna. Everyone in the family is aware of this. Now, it''s time to honor the agreement. Did you two bring the share transfer documents?"


    Ernst quietly ced a stack of signed papers on the coffee table. "I have already signed them," he said.


    Everyone turned to look at Rosie.


    Rosie didn''t bring any documents. Tears welled in her eyes.


    She said, "Isn''t it enough that Brenna has already kicked me out of the house? Now you want to take my shares, too? How am I supposed to survive if I give up my shares? Moreover, my father owned shares in the Harper Group. Although I was just a child when he passed away, those shares should legally belong to me. Give me what is rightfully mine, and I''ll fulfill my part in the agreement."