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Chapter 3 I Thought Your Design Drafts Were Trash

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family has capitalized on my designs-transforming a modest auto parts business into a full-fledged car-manufacturing empire, even securing a public listing

nd of nonsense is this? You barely made it through grade s

ok. This isn't a blueprint for new energy auto parts. It's an advanced carg

ng to see through Alec's schemes. She had been too trusting to

Alec had been setting this

"Read this carefully. It's in Amland's language, and it tr

orner, which shimmered under the shifting light. "This is my personal mark. You can

epped forward, holding an identical folder. "Miss Barrett... I thought these

laugh. "Did you hear that? Even

yanking the folder from her hands and flipping through it in a panic. Then, with

to say they were trash! I just... mistaken

dly and realizing there was no way to c

ou really expect us to believe that someone who never even finished grade school designed a nuclear-powered cargo ship propulsion system? You m

ed open both her own design drafts and Isabella's,

ed, "Enough with this nonsense! Do you really think you made our family rich? The Barrett family's success is built on my and your brother'

erything, spent millions raising you-and you dare act like you're the victim here? Do you thi

was leaving, and once she walked out that door, the Barrett family's problems would no

grab her laptop

rn, Brenna. I was kind enough to offer you a way out earlier, but in return, you throw dirt on me and my family? You make mistakes, refuse to apol

ass of water from a nearby guest's hand and pour

oss the face. Then she grabbed the drenched

twisted with fury. She raised a trembling hand to

. "The Barrett family raised you, and this is how

nt target for her frustration, an outlet for her

hing in Brenna's eyes made Ruby falt

med, clutching her stinging cheek,

catching at the sight of the glaring red

t, Isabella?

boiling over as she lifted her leg, aiming a k

it hurts? Mom, when you used me as a punching bag all these years, did you ever ask if I felt hurt? You had no problem

she recovered quickly, her lips curling in disdain. "A

pt a frosty look over the Barrett family, then swung her bac

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