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.”

this was his

What a joke.

uncomfortable with her response. “That’s not what I

we’re family. We should handle our own matters

he’s not exactly an outsider, but you shouldn’t rely

Sierra’s expression shifted slightly.

the one who had driven

about? That Jonathan would find out about the cover–up? Or that an outsider would see that the great Mr. Xander wasn’t as perfect

wasn’t actually thinking that far. He didn’t know how Sierra and Jonathan had met, but he wanted to cut off any possibility before it grew into something troublesome–especially

to mention that part. He figured

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through Bradley’s mind, nor did she care. Her head was throbbing from overworking herself, and

next morning, Sierra came downstairs for breakfast and found Denise already there. She looked pale and weak, clearly still recovering from

a glance

she teetered on the brink of death, she always pulled through in the

failed

if she wanted to say something, but in

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

entire Xander family

up her fork but

Am I supposed to be grateful? Did I ask her to do

things on her she never wanted, then expecting her to bow

always with that condescending air of generosity, as if she should be kneeling at their feet, thanking them for

kind of twisted logic was

“You-”

was caught off guard, momentarily at a