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.

drink 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

glass of drink. She

us," Vivian said with

with Brenna's refusal to cooperate, Harlan strolled over to the table, plucked a blue

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glass. He said, "Here, add this. Drink it, and

grin

bubbled and dissolved. Back in Norview, substances like these were common in bars. They were loosely regulated

better. These pills were highly addictive. Too much of them could push a person into

gaze resolutely and said, "I'm not drinking

settled over the group as

you refuse to forgive us, Miss Harper? We invited you here in

a drink?"

above us? Do you

big shot? You think you're better than me? If

and attempted to force Brenna

glass and threw its contents straight into his face. "Is

apologize? By forcing drinks

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

glances fueled his rage. No one had ever dared humiliate him like