The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Are You Deaf

Rachael glanced down at her phone, the recent call log with Rosie still on display Rose's inercions to seem clear-leave Brenna outside. Let her stand in the heat, waiting, while the rest of the household goes

As the Harper family's housekeeper, Rachael oversaw everything from daily maintenance to staff managemen Though just a servant here, she held more influence than most realized. After all, she had seen with the Harper family for over twenty years, long enough to earn their trust. A single word from her could detectie whether a maid kept her job or was sent packing. And no one in this house wanted to be sent patag

The maids at the Harper estate were paid generously. They had comfortable accommodations, freshly pregge meals, seasonal uniforms, and long holiday breaks. The work was light, and the salary was better fitan most could ever dream of.

Coming from ordinary backgrounds, none of the servants here wanted to lose their jobs.

As a result, everyone sought to stay in Rachael's good graces. Her word was final, and even if they had doubra, they seldom dared to challenge her authority.

Rachel turned to the servants behind her, her tone sharp. "What are you all standing around for? Get back to

work!"

At once, they scattered and busied themselves with their duties.

Julia lingered, hesitating, before speaking up. "Whenever guests arrive, we always greet them at the gate right away. Today is the day Ms. Harper returns home-wouldn't it be improper to ignore her like this? And if that really is Ms. Harper out there, and Mrs. Harper finds out we left her waiting, won't there be trouble?"

Rachael's eyes narrowed. "Mind your own business. Look at what she's wearing. Even we're dressed better than that. Do you really think someone like her could be Miss Harper? Besides, the Harper family doesn't just let

in." anyone

Worried that the person outside might actually be Brenna, Julia pressed further, saying, "It's scorching out there. Shouldn't we at least check whether that woman is Ms. Harper or not? I will go. If it's not her, I can ask why she's here."

toward the door. Annoyed, Rachael grabbed her by the arm to stop her. "Fine. I'll go check. You go upstairs and clean the room we prepared for Ms. Harper. Make sure it's

hesitated but obeyed, heading

then did Rachael make her way

gate, ur her skin glowing with some sweat. Rachel opened the door. Though Brenna's clothes were casual, Rac not help but notice her resemblance to Giselle Harper,

ving

expression cold, almost condescending "Who

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Brenna

anyone, no matter their stats. To the fastin the

her eyes scanning Brenna's outfit-frayed denim shorts, an oversized shirt, and scuffed sneakers. By her estimation,

“How dare you pretend to

so she kept her

daughter."

situation felt off. Even if she weren't a Harper, she was still a guest Ye this maid was speaking to her with open disdain. What did that say about the Harper family? Her patience thinned. If this was how they treated people,

Miss Rosie Harper personally went to pick up Miss Brenna Harper. They should be arriving together. You probably heard about Miss Brenna Harper's return and thought you could fool us by pretending to be

pointing at Brenna. "Wait! Did you

to walk away. But before she could take a step, Rachael's shrill voice rang out.

with all the noise? Is Brenna back?" A

looked up to see a man approaching the gate. His graying hair gave him a refined air, and though age had softened his face,

got closer, his eyes settled on Brenna's face, and his brows furrowed with