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.

the time she had finished cleaning herself and crying in the hotel room, her

to browse 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 from the Harper family long

of the Harper

for Isabella to settle on

browse the forums, stumbling upon a post about Rosie being drenched in food

sense why Rosie had poured

10.53

she was

atop the Financial Building's helipad, Brenna waited

she glanced up and spotted the military

phone began to

declined the

interest in

touched down smoothly on the helipad, its blades whirling

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

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

intimately familiar with each aspect of it. The trust

when she received

had worried it wouldn't pass the

other models in efficiency and stability. Within two years,

just twenty years old at that

satisfied smile

nine in the morning, Brenna arrived at the entrance of

with men in military uniforms, all wearing

everyone's eye.