Chapter 4

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Chapter 4 What Do You

Think

The July sun blazed mercilessly.

Brenna stood beneath the shade of a tree, waiting for her real family, the Harpers' car to arrive.

Half an hour had passed, but no one had come.

Just then, Brenna's phone suddenly vibrated with a friend request. A note accompanied it. "Hello, I'm Rosie Harper, your sister."

Brenna accepted the request without hesitation, and within seconds, she received a message from Rosie. "Hello, I'm Rosie, your sister. Mom, Dad, and our elder brothers are tied up with work today, so they want you to go to Flavor Restaurant first. They've arranged lunch for you there."

Doubt crept into Brenna's mind. Was this some kind of scam? Why send her to a restaurant instead of simply giving her the Harper family's address?

But not many people knew she was heading to the Harper residence today. Whoever this was had to be a member of the Harper family.

A weight settled in Brenna's chest. Her first day home, and they couldn't even bother to pick her up? That said enough about how little they valued her.

She doubted this family would be any better than the Barrett family.

Another message from Rosie popped up.

"Brenna, I'll be waiting for you."

Brenna responded with a single word, "Okay."

With no other choice, Brenna took the bus, getting off at

a favorite haunt of the city's elite. Dining

blast of crisp, cool air wrap around her,

paid her any

twenties. She wore a tailored red uniform, exuding professionalism. "Welcome, Miss. Are you Brenna

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here. Could you tell me which room they're in?" Brenna's eyes scanned the space. No one seemed to be waiting for

room.

oversized striped shirt that draped past her frayed denim shorts. A worn baseball cap sat atop her head, partially

features delicate yet striking. The bold blue lipstick added an edge

look.

voice was crisp, clear, effortlessly drawing attention from nearby

the Harper family waited for you here for over an hour but had to leave for something urgent.

set for six. Brenna chose the chair facing the door, tossing her backpack onto the seat

fresh orange juice.

lingered her mind. Wasn't the Harper family supposed to be struggling financially? Why invite her to

of what the Harper family was

her phone, she

When will you join

now. Might take a

me."

A meeting?

the message. Weren't the Harpers supposed to live in a poor, remote village? If that were true, how was Rosie in a meeting? Could the

booths by the windows. The occupants were hidden from view, but the soft murmur of conversation trickled through the

over a cart, and in moments, the table was filled with beautifully plated dishes- small portions,

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