The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Have You Considered My Proposal

Isabella left the hospital room and made her way down the corridor, enduring the weird gances from onlookers. Disgust greeted her as she stepped into the elevator

"You stinks! Don't come inside!"

"You are disgusting! Use the stairs!"

Noses were covered by everyone in the elevator, their expressions filled with revulsion.

Tears streamed down Isabella's face as she fled, seething, with anger at Rosie. She struggled to understand why Rosie had resorted to throwing food waste at her instead of resolving their issues through conversation.

Though she had managed to remove most of the leftovers on her body, the smell clung to her clothes, which now appeared dirty and oddly colored, causing people to turn away in disgust wherever she went

Isabella sobbed uncontrollably as she got into her car, leaning on the steering wheel, crying alone for a long time.

Determined to avoid further embarrassment, she drove directly to a hotel, where she booked a room to take a shower.

Confronted with her own reflection in the mirror, Isabella felt completely

humiliated. She pondered why she had allowed Rosie to humiliate her like this. How could Rosie do this to her? Was it merely because the Barrett family had less wealth than the Harper family?

If enduring that humiliation meant the Barrett family would gain something from it, she might Convinced

herself it was worth the shame. But Rosie hadn't given her anything.

She made a silent vow-she would make Rosie pay for this.

crying in the hotel room, her eyes were puffy and sore.

online forums, focusing on Rosie. Previously, she had only glanced at the main posts, ignoring the responses. Now, reading them thoroughly, she learned that Rosie had been ousted

Rosie had been kicked out of the

Isabella to settle on a decision-she

stumbling upon a post about

Rosie had poured food

10.53

she

Building's helipad, Brenna waited

one shoulder, she glanced up and

phone began

declined the call. It was the eleventh time

all interest in further interactions

down smoothly on the helipad, its blades whirling

soldier, also clad in green and armed with an AK, greeted Brenna with

in and fasten your seatbelt," the soldier said with a grin. "Braeden mentioned that you designed

with each aspect of it. The

stunned her when she received

design, she had worried it wouldn't pass

had excelled, surpassing all other models in efficiency and stability.

twenty years old at

satisfied smile

Brenna arrived at the

area buzzed with men in military uniforms, all wearing

everyone's eye. Some young soldiers even I