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    His steady gaze fixed on Rosie. “Wouldn’t you agree, Rosie?”


    Rosie’s breath hitched in her throat. Ethan was talking to her in a very gentle tone. He had never talked to her with such tenderness before.


    “Ethan is right,” Rosie said, her eyes lowered. “I have always been treated with nothing but kindness in the Harper family.”


    Amy, having spent decades navigating the treacherous currents of high society, immediately recognized Ethan’s protective stance toward Brenna. Though inwardly irritated, she was astute enough to avoid offending the Mitchell family. Her barbs directed at Brenna would have to wait for a more opportune moment. Her gaze then settled on the grand piano.


    “Ah, how I adored the arts in my younger years, symphony halls, theater boxes… What a pity no one thought to arrange performances for my eightieth birthday,” she sighed dramatically.


    Fay, ever alert to social advantage, seized the chance, quickly walking over from Jayceon’s side.


    “I will y something for you, Mrs. Russell.”


    Amy’s smile did not extend to her eyes as she assessed her. “Thank you. How thoughtful of you.”


    Fay sat down and yed the piano.


    Amy listened, her eyes closed, while Rosie massaged her shoulders with care.


    The final chord had barely faded into silence when Tina spoke up. “So, Brenna, you’re a renowned engineer?” Her tone dripped with thinly veiled malice. “Tell me, amidst all that tightening of bolts and loosening of screws, did you ever manage to acquire any art? Perhaps, ying the piano?”


    Isabe eagerly joined in the taunting. “Brenna doesn’t know how to y the piano.”


    Her contemptuous gaze swept over Brenna. “I really don’t understand what Mr. Mitchell sees in her.”


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    Rosie, Jade, and Tina exchanged knowing nces, smirks ying on their lips. For the past two weeks, Tina had been poisoning Amy’s perception of Brenna with carefully crafted lies. She portrayed Brenna as a heartless, selfish individual who took pleasure in tormenting Rosie, orchestrating her banishment from the Harper family, and even turning her brothers against her.


    Amy’s disdain for Brenna had deepened when, thanks to Rosie’s subtle maniption, she had “identally”e across hotel photographs showing Brenna checking in with a man.


    Now, witnessing Brenna’s striking beauty firsthand, especially the possessive way she clung to Ethan’s arm, Amy felt her suspicions were confirmed. She believed Brenna had clearly stolen Ethan from Rosie.


    Having seen Tina and Rosie grow up together, Amy had always treated Rosie with familial affection. In her eyes, Brenna naturally warranted contempt.


    Jade looked at Brenna with smug superiority. “I heard you were someone of consequence, giving public lectures at Shirie University. But now, it appears you are merely amonborer. Since when dodies from respectable families engage in such manual work? Our kind curates art collections, perhaps manages businesses for amusement. Turning screws? That’s the domain of the working ss, meant for men of lower standing.”


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