The Lost Heiress 9

When the Flame of Love Fades

Chapter 9 Scumbag

“You want a lab? Are you out of your mind?” Bradley blurted out without thinking.

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He had assumed Sierra would ask for clothes, bags–something normal. But no, she had to open her mouth and demand a lab.

A lab that had cost The Xander Group hundreds of millions to build. A lab that was crucial to their pharmaceutical business.

How could he possibly give it to her?

He was about to say more, but then he saw the mocking smile on Sierra’s face. Remembering what he had just said moments ago, he forced himself to adjust his tone.

“The lab isn’t something I can decide on my own,” he said. “And even if you had it, you wouldn’t know how to use it.”

Then, as if trying to pacify her, he added, “How about I buy you some clothes? You didn’t like the ones Denny picked yesterday, right? I’ll get you new ones. Be good, okay?”

Be good.

Sierra let out a laugh.

What she wanted, they refused to give. What she didn’t want, they shoved into her hands, acting as if it were some grand act of kindness.

And she was supposed to be grateful for it? To obediently go along with whatever they decided?

Why?

Suppressing the coldness in her eyes, Sierra spoke icily, “No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Xander. I’ll handle my own affairs. And my grandmother’s situation? No need to trouble yourself with that either.”

Bradley’s irritation flared.

“Enough already!” he shapPC. Your grandmother’s situation is your greedy parents‘ fault. What does that

have to do with me? I’ve already done more than enough. What more do you want?”

Then, as if something inside him cracked, he growled, “And I’m your brother! Stop calling me Mr. Xander!”

Bradley was the kind of person who rarely lost his temper, but now? He was furious.

Furious at Sierra’s ingratitude.

Furious that she refused to listen.

Hadn’t things been fine before? Why did she have to turn so sharp and unyielding now?

Sierra lifted her gaze to him, the corners of her lips curving in a slight smirk.

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“Greedy parents?” she repeated. “Mine?”

Bradley stiffened.

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Only then did he remember–James and Yulia weren’t her parents

They were Denny’s.

Before he could speak, Sierra’s voice rang in his ears again.

almost casual. “You never thought of me as family in

with him, cutting deeper than he

line, irritation twisting into something heavier–something

had come today to apologize, to

ended up like

there was

and

he arrived at

waiting for him.

is it?” Evan

school, keep an eye

glanced at him, raising

“Something happened.”

grandmother’s suffering, the years of

Evan’s expression darkened.

prison doing? Just standing around

Bradley didn’t answer.

life buried in academics. He

where people got eaten

thought he had taken care of things. But somehow, through some twisted turn of fate, Sier had received no

gathering his thoughts. “I messaged Denny. She’s

Bradley nodded.

had done anything to hurt

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was soft–hearted, always

Sierra. She

possibly stand by and let

else going on. Something they

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as if remembering something, Bradley added, “By the way, you’re in charge of the lab. Can you section off a part of it?

him a look.

“Sierra wants a lab.”

he figured she was either trying to compete with someone or testing to see if they still cared about

been through, it

thinking it through, Bradley decided to give

he’d feel a little

frowned, clearly annoyed, but after a moment of hesitation, he

it to

million dollars, and it’d be done. Consider it compensation

with her obsession with a lab? Did

a note to keep dangerous

this effort, she still had

were just so

idea what the Xander brothers

had just returned to Northwind University after receiving a

him there.

She was surprised.

at Northwind

a student?

of them had only ever talked about academics. They

at Northwind, but Misty hadn’t said anything

too.

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