The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Is This Your Idea Of An Apology

Brenna scanned the room. Rosie was nowhere to be seen, or perhaps she was lurking in the shadows. This was

the perfect opportunity to watch her be humiliated, and Rosie wouldn't pass that up.

Her gaze swept over the group. Seven young men, four women, and herself. Twelve in total.

The table was littered with empty bottles, but what stood out most were the small bags in the center-one filled with white powder, another with yellow pills, and a third with blue pills.

Brenna had worked in bars while studying in Norview. She knew exactly what those substances were. Harmless was the last thing they were. One hit, and a person's life could spiral beyond repair.

A man with dyed yellow hair, probably in his mid-twenties, caught her attention. He was undeniably handsome, with a mischievous charm. However, that charm faded as she watched him casually sprinkle the white powder onto his cigar.

Brenna recognized him at once. He was Brandon Vargas, the son of Shirie's deputy mayor.

He was seated at the heart of the group, clearly thriving on attention. His gaze roamed over Brenna with unmistakable intent. With a smirk, he whistled boldly and said without shame, "Nice figure. But I wonder if you're as exciting in bed." The words were vile, but Brenna refused to give him the reaction he wanted. She merely cast him a brief, indifferent glance before looking away.

Sylvie and Vivian, however, noticed Brandon's comment and exchanged knowing smiles. The former seized the moment to introduce him to Brenna. "Brandon is the deputy mayor's son. Even the Harper family's business relies on his father in some ways, Miss Harper, you'd do well to show some respect to him. Wouldn't want what you do to affect your family, now would you?"

Brenna turned to Sylvie with a look of pure disdain. "You seem quite familiar with him," she said.

Sylvie instantly caught the insinuation and stiffened. "I am not exactly close to him," she said.

in Harlan's hand. Seeing that Brenna had no interest in drinking, she took the glass herself and held it to Brenna with a sweet smile. "I told you, I invited you here tonight to apologize to you formally. Let's drink and

of drink. She and Sylvie clinked their glasses with

don't drink, it means you haven't forgiven us," Vivian said with a smile, seeing that Brenna didn't

Brenna's refusal to cooperate, Harlan strolled over to the

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said, "Here, add this. Drink it,

calculated grin spread across his

as the blue pill bubbled and dissolved. Back in Norview, substances like these were common in bars. They were loosely regulated and treated casually

them could push

gaze resolutely and said, "I'm

group as

Miss Harper? We invited you here in good faith, with witnesses, to offer a sincere apology. And yet, you won't even show us the courtesy

a drink?"

Do you look down on

better than me? If

attempted to force Brenna to drink

before he could do that, Brenna lifted the glass and threw its

By forcing drinks on me?" she

down Harlan's face, seeping into his floral shirt. He turned to the group on the sofa, and

amused glances fueled his rage. No one had ever dared