The lost heiress never forgiven

The Lost Heiress 21

Chapter 21 The Idea of Concern

Sierra didn’t answer. She just headed upstairs.

“Stop right there.”

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Bradley’s patience was wearing thin. He had been more than accommodating, yet Sierra remained as distant as ever.

Thinking back to what had happened that morning and Jonathan’s words, he forced himself to stay calm, adjusting his tone to sound almost gentle.

“I’m your brother, Sierra. I care about you. Don’t treat me like the enemy.”

From the floor–to–ceiling window, he had seen the black Maybach parked outside. He had watched as Sierra stepped out of the car.

The windows were tinted, so he couldn’t see who was inside.

It made him uneasy.

Sierra barely had any friends, and she had just gotten out of prison. Who could she possibly know that drove a car like that?

Was someone trying to get information through her?

His voice lowered. “I gave you money, didn’t I? You know what you should and shouldn’t say.”

A warning.

Sierra let out a sharp laugh. “Relax, Mr. Xander. I took your hush money–I won’t talk.”

was his

What a joke.

clearly uncomfortable with her response. “That’s

family. We should handle

exactly an outsider, but you shouldn’t rely on him too much.

Sierra’s expression shifted slightly.

think Jonathan was the one who had

an outsider would

Sierra and Jonathan had met, but he wanted to cut off any possibility before it grew

enough not to mention that part. He figured Sierra wouldn’t want to

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The Idea

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care. Her head was throbbing from overworking herself, and she had no energy to waste on him. Without another word,

breakfast and found Denise already there. She looked pale

a glance

else. No matter how many times she teetered on the brink of death, she always pulled through in the

failed to fall for

wanted to say something, but in the end, she stayed quiet,

other hand, had no such reservations. “Denny was worried you’d struggle after switching majors so suddenly,

family

up her fork but suddenly lost her

and laughed coldly. “So? Am I supposed to be grateful? Did I ask her

this–forcing things on her she never wanted,

as if she should be kneeling at their feet, thanking them for their

kind of twisted logic was

“You-”

was caught off guard, momentarily at a loss