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    Maxley, still in his pajamas, stared toward the door with an annoyed scowl. Even as the Prince of Plieca, safe under Vand’s protection, he didn’t dare approach the door. “Who is it?”


    A momentter, Ethan entered the room with Ernst and Brenna by his side. Several towering security guards followed closely behind.


    Rosie’s fear vanished. She stepped forward, her voice sharp with usation. “How did you manage to get in here? Was it you who made Maxley and me humiliate ourselves on the street yesterday?” She red at them with barely contained fury, her hands curling into fists at her sides.


    Maxley was just as furious. He approached, his tone rising with indignation. “Mr. Mitchell, we’ve always maintained a good working rtionship. How could you do this to me? I demand a formal apology andpensation for the damage you’ve caused.”


    “Spare me the act!” Ernst snapped.


    Ethan calmly showed Rosie and Maxley the wound on his arm. “I didn’t do this. But I ended up like this. Maxley, this was your doing, wasn’t it?”


    Maxley replied, “Absolutely not. Since that morning, Rosie and I have stayed at home. We’ve even turned off our phones. We’ve been dealing with nonstop harassment since the incident.”


    Rosie’s eyes locked onto Ethan’s arm. The injury looked serious. She hadn’t touched her phone all day and hadn’t heard anything about Ethan getting hurt. “It wasn’t me, Ethan. I’d never hurt you. And Ernst… I would never harm you either. You helped me when no one else did. I haven’t forgotten that.”


    Brenna nced at Ethan, then at Ernst. All three could tell Rosie’s reaction wasn’t staged. If she were behind the attack, she’d be panicking. And Maxley had openly challenged them, clearly not trying to hide anything.


    “It wasn’t you?” Ethan asked, his voice low and steady as his eyes swept across the room.


    On the sofa, he spotted two phones. They belonged to Rosie and Maxley.


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    Without hesitation, Brenna walked over and picked them up. Both were powered off, as was a nearby tablet.


    She turned on the devices and held them out, asking Rosie and Maxley to unlock them using their fingerprints.


    The twoplied without protest, suggesting they had nothing to hide. Brenna wondered if they weren’t behind it, then who was?


    Once the phones were unlocked, Brenna and Ethan got to work. With their skills, it didn’t take long tob through the data. There were no money transfers in thest three days.


    They dug through every personal ount linked to Rosie and Maxley, but found nothing amiss.


    “Do you have any other phones?” Ethan asked sharply. Most people carried more than one phone.


    To clear her name, Rosie handed over two additional phones, along with all of Maxley’s devices. Like the others, they were all powered off.


    Even after checking everything, Brenna remained unconvinced of their innocence. “What exactly have you two been doing these past few days?”


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