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.

cleaning herself and crying in the hotel room, her

had only glanced at the main posts, ignoring the responses. Now, reading

had been kicked out of the Harper family, she was no longer

didn't take long for Isabella to settle on a

upon a post about Rosie being drenched in food

why Rosie

10.53

she was being

Financial Building's helipad, Brenna waited for a helicopter from the Weapons Research

she glanced up and spotted the

then, her phone began

caller ID and immediately declined the call. It was the eleventh time Ruby had

had lost all interest in further interactions with

helicopter touched down smoothly on the helipad, its blades whirling rapidly, stirring

pilot dressed in a green flight suit and a soldier, also clad in green and armed with an AK, greeted Brenna with a

get in and fasten your seatbelt," the soldier said with a grin. "Braeden mentioned that you designed this helicopter. Today, you'll get to take the helicopter you

intimately familiar with each aspect of it. The trust the military placed in

her when she received the

the design, she had worried

her design had excelled, surpassing all other models in efficiency and stability. Within two years, it had

twenty years old at

smile crossed

Brenna arrived at the entrance of the Weapons Research

uniforms, all

caught everyone's eye. Some young soldiers even