The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 You Really

Shouldn't Have Come He...

Sylvie set her phone on the table, tilting the screen toward her two friends as she shook her head in mock disbelief. Clicking her tongue, she smirked. "Who would've guessed? The Barretts' adopted daughter didn't even finish grade school and started mingling in social circles at ten. Hey, how many boyfriends do you think

she's had?"

Rosie picked up the phone, her eyes narrowing as she read the information about Brenna. There were also photos of Brenna from different periods, her rebellious fashion sense on full display. Some shots showed her in bold, dramatic makeup, and some showed her surrounded by men-none of the men looked ordinary, and a few were noticeably older than her.

"Where did you get this from?" Rosie asked, intrigued. "I tried digging into her background before but came up

with nothing."

Sylvie leaned back with a proud smile. "I had my brother ask his friend to investigate. Turns out, Brenna has been skipping school and picking fights since she was a kid. At one point, she even had to leave the country because she couldn't stay here anymore."

Rosie was stunned, her brows raised. "If she becomes a member of my family, won't that be a disaster?"

Sylvie's grin widened. "Isn't that the best part?"

After a while, Rosie chuckled. "I suppose it is."

Brenna ate without pretense, not because she had poor manners but because of sheer hunger. By the time she

finally felt a lot better. had cleared half the dishes, she

Yet, the Harper family was still nowhere to be seen. She glanced at her phone-it was two in the afternoon. No word from them. She sent a message to Rosie.

"When are you coming?"

it today. Just

she sent the message. She then

waitress.

been attending to Brenna approached her again, moving at a leisurely

had pulled out her bulky black laptop and opened a stock trading page,

outdated model of Brenna's laptop, barely concealed her disdain

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her tone polished. "Miss, could you please

She hadn't even indicated she was ready to leave, yet the waitress was

the waitress,

the bill.

your friend. The total is one hundred and nine thousand eight hundred

police."

was curious to see what Brenna would do. Would she grovel to the Barretts for help? Or would she

tightened around her phone as she silently recorded the

Vivian and Sylvie sauntered toward Brenna's table. The commotion had also drawn the

contempt. "Miss, if you can't afford to eat here, you really shouldn't have come here in the first place. This place is for the elite. You'd be better off at

suited to your status."

her arms. "The minimum spend here is ten grand. I doubt you make that in a month. Tell you what, my family's looking for someone to clean the toilets. Work for my family for a month, and

I'll settle the bill for you." Clicks echoed through the room as

that soon enough, Brenna's name would be dragged through the mud, and neither the Harper family

portray herself as the kind person who cleaned up the mess for Brenna later, Rosie sneaked out into the scorching heat, closely monitoring the

her designer bag. "How much is her bill?" she asked, pulling out a thick stack of cash and dropping it onto the table. She looked

bill."