The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270 My Life Will Be Over If I Go To Jail-

Sylvie still felt the sting of injustice. Though Brenna insisted the Higgins family wasn’t worth her time, their

billions in losses told a different story.

She said to Brenna, “I only wanted to embarrass you, but you are destroying my entire family. Don’t you think that’s going too far? This was just a petty spat between us, but you have escalated it into full–blown corporate

warfare!”

Ernst stood off to the side, his gaze grim. Sylvie, who had once come to their home as Rosie’s friend, was now showing her true colors. She was bent on scheming against Brenna without an ounce of remorse.

The urge to help Sylvie vanished instantly as he slowly shook his head.

Ethan’s voice turned cold. “You are from the Higgins family. You carry the weight of your family’s name. Their

downfall is a direct result of your actions.”

Sylvie’s eyes flared with an unmistakable sense of betrayal. “So now you are blaming me for everything? You don’t have the right to say something like that to me! You treated Rosie well before, but the moment Brenna showed up, you turned your back on her! Rosie has always seen you as her future husband! What you did was disappointing!”

She shot to her feet, a fierce finger pointing directly at Brenna. “What makes her so special? How is Rosie beneath her? She stole you from Rosie, and to do it, she framed Rosie! And now you are letting this snake slither into your life? One day, she will sink her venomous fangs into you, and you will regret it! Rosie loved you deeply for years! She is the one who truly deserves your love!”

“Enough. That is none of your business,” Ethan said in a stern tone. “Rosie was always like a sister to me. You are the one who twisted it into something it wasn’t.”

“Liar!” Sylvie hissed, eyes ablaze. “You are just another unfaithful man chasing after the next shiny thing! Don’t pretend otherwise!”

Her lips curled into a venomous smirk. “Those hotel photos are all over the internet now. Do you enjoy being cheated on, Ethan? You don’t even care about that? I can’t believe you are so foolish.”

Ethan’s hand suddenly cracked across Sylvie’s cheek, the brutal force of the slap so sharp that one of her

molars flew out.

“You know damn well that woman in the photos wasn’t Brenna,” Ethan said, his voice dangerously calm. “Say something like that again, and today will be your last day on earth.”

The bodyguards didn’t need a single order. Their fists and boots crashed down on Sylvie’s crumpled form with chilling precision.

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Nearby reporters winced at every sickening blow. Whatever exclusive scandal Sylvie had promised them earlier suddenly wasn’t worth the price.

They backed away, silenced by the cold professionalism of elite punishment, not daring to utter a word.

Even if Sylvie were beaten to death today, they would pretend that they had seen nothing.

If this was how the powerful dealt with a women, what fate awaited men ho dared to cross them?

The thought sent chills down the reporters‘ spines, making them wish they had never come and witnessed this.

The bodyguards‘ watchful presence had turned the exit into a wall, they were unable to leave.

Only when Sylvie stopped moving did the beating come to an end, leaving her bruised body sprawled across the

cold floor.

Her lips moved without sound, eyes dulling, glazing over like frost–covered glass.

Brenna strolled over and nudged her with the tip of her shoe. Sylvie managed to crack her eyes open but lacked the strength to dodge.

“Defamation carries prison time,” Brenna said, looking at Sylvie. “Since you’re so eager for it, I will let you go to

prison.”

Sylvie’s bloodied fingers clawed at the space between them, failing to reach the hem of Brenna’s dress. “Please don’t…” The words bubbled out through bloodied lips. “I’ll… I’ll do anything you want… Just don’t call the police. My life will be over if I go to jail.”

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But Brenna didn’t spare her a glance. Her gaze stayed locked on her phone screen. Surprisingly, Rosie’s name was nowhere to be found in Sylvie’s damning messages. It seemed Rosie was uncharacteristically cautious this

time.