The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 90

Chapter 90 Hey, Pretty Girl

Brenna shot Rosie a sharp glance, her expression void of wench" you want me to specom things, I can Just stop plotting against me behind my back, and we can live together in peace," she vah

For a split second, Rosie felt exposed, as if Brenna could see right through her. A ways of utede ans on her Could Brenna already know about her secret plan of using the Barrett family against her?

Rosie shook off the thought and quickly denied it, saying, "when have I ever plotted against you behind you back? Don't just throw around baseless accusations"

"You know in your heart whether I've accused you wrongly or not," Brenna sald calmly.

Without another word, she turned her attention to the flood of new messages from her contacts, ignotting Rode completely.

Soon after, Rosie finished her meal. Bored, she grabbed her bag and headed out.

At exactly four in the afternoon, Brenna arrived at the Imperial Bar.

Nestled in the heart of Shirie's busiest district, the Imperial Bar was one of the most prestigious venues in the city, renowned for its impeccable service and elite clientele

Spanning nine lavishly decorated floors, the bar was known for its exclusivity and steep prices. Entry was restricted to members. Non-members could only drink on the first floor, while members had access to the

upper levels.

Membership was divided into three tiers: basic, premium, and black-gold. A basic membership required a deposit of one hundred thousand, while premium demanded one million. And black-gold status wasn't something money alone could buy.

Rosie, Sylvie, and Vivian were all premium members and patrons who had long established themselves as

regulars.

As Brenna stepped inside, her eyes landed on Sylvie and Vivian standing by the elevator. Both were dressed to impress, exuding allure. Their deliberate display of their figure made Brenna glance at them a couple more

times.

a warm smile. "Right on time," she

friendlier than before, there was still a flicker of disdain in her gaze.

no time explaining the rules. She said, "This place runs on a strict membership system. Everyone here is either rich or powerful, so mind your manners. One wrong move, and you might offend someone important. Even I have people here

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were all premium members and patrons who had long established

regulars

and Virum standing by the elevator. Both were dressed to impress, exuding allore. Their deliberate display of ther figury made Brenna glance

with a warm smile.

was friendher than before, there was still a flicker

unfamiliar with high

I can't afford to cross, so be careful" Vivian exchanged a knowing glance with Sybne. Both of them wore smug

It was clear this was her first

things easier for them.

appear as friendly as she could. She said, "We will introduce you to a friend later. He's well-connected in both legal and less official circles in Shire. If you ever need anything, you can go to him." "His name is Joonas Fowler, the owner of this bar, Sylvie said. "He is generous and enjoys making new friends." Brenna gave a casual nod. She wasn't nave Joonas was likely a gang leader, and

motives. Nonetheless,

at a prate sute. The thick carpeting in the hallway muffled their footsteps Sylvie pressed a

was lavishly decorated, its walls bred with soundproof

could be

lounged in colorful designer outfits. Their faces were familiar. Most belonged to second ter or hand- ter wealthy

the night before. Now, those same young men sat back, cigarettes in hand. There was an unwastakable edge to them-reckless, dangerous. Hardly good company- Just then, a red- haired man strolled up to Brenta.

low chuckle. "Pretty yet so cold, he

room erupted in

with feigned concern. She said, "Come on, don't be like that. She's new to bars just a sheltered girl from a good family. Don't

onto the sofa the red-haired man