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The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 1075
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Chapter 1074: Brenna's voice was clipped as she said, "It's a weekday. Of course, they're tied up. Don't make a big deal out of it. You're here to talk about the concert with Dalton, right? My dad and Ernst have no part in the matter. Does my whole family need to show up to welcyou for something so trivial?" Maxley felt deeply offended, standing hesitantly at the threshold of the Harper family's living room, reluctant to enter. The lack of respect from the Harpers, who barely acknowledged his royal status, stung sharply. As a distinguished guest, he had expected a lavish reception befitting his title, yet he was met with indifference. Disheartened, he even contemplated abandoning the visit entirely. The living room was just like when he had seen it earlier that day, with no staff assembled to offer a proper greeting.

Descending the staircase, Dalton appeared in a casual white silk blouse and dark pants, his disheveled hair betraying a lack of effort. "Apologies, I slept in," he mumbled casually.

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Maxley's face tightened with irritation. "As a prince of Plieca, I deserve the respect of an honored guest. This informality is deeply disappointing." His opinion of the Harper family soured further; their behavior and attitude toward him were terrible. Giselle, unimpressed, retorted, "We're not from Plieca, so our traditions for hosting may not align with your expectations. We view you as family, a nephew-in-law. If that's not acceptable, perhaps you should leave." Rosie, gently tugging Maxley's arm, tried to diffuse the tension. "Let's not make a fuss. This is my childhood home, and Giselle raisedwith a mother's love and care.returning here doesn't call for formalities." Dalton extended a hand in greeting, but Maxley pointedly ignored it, fueling Dalton's annoyance. Without another word, Dalton strode to the dining room, taking a seat without waiting for Maxley.

Observing Maxley's lingering displeasure, Rosie whispered to him, "Remember why we're here." Maxley's expression softened slightly. Far from securing the throne, he needed more allies to bolster his standing.

His reputation had suffered recently due to a scandal involving the Empire Hotel fire, with public accusations of arson tarnishing his name. To rebuild his image, he aimed to rally influential figures, particularly young people, to support him.

Dalton was a highly influential star who could help him achieve this goal.

Check Дopy☐☐☐☐☐☐lnov☐☐Swallowing his pride, Maxley glanced at Dalton, now seated and eating, and felt like he had no choice but to flatter him in hopes of convincing him to perform a concert in Plieca.

"Everyone, take a seat," Giselle said coolly, her voice devoid of warmth.

As the group settled at the table, Brenna, who had spent the day at the hospital, remained quiet. Exhausted and famished, she focused solely on her meal, oblivious to the strained atmosphere.

Rosie was also angry with the Harper family members. She had cto make amends, yet they treated her like a stranger.

Forcing a smile, she turned to Dalton. "The you starred in is topping the charts in Plieca. Now's the perfect moment to capitalize on that fwith a concert. The sooner you can hold a concert there, the better."

"Plieca is a goldmine, Dalton. It has nearly ten million people, a booming economy, and folks there loveton spend. Kyou hold a concert there, you're guaranteed at least three million in earnings,” Rosie offered her analysis of the Plieca market for Dalton with confidence.