The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 402:

Brenna raised an eyebrow. “Conscience? Do you even know what that is? I always thought you didn’t have one.”

Ruby let out a cold snort, still looking arrogant. She said, “We raised you for twenty years. We fed you and clothed you. Now that we’re in trouble, you should help us. With the Harper family’s power, getting back the Barrett Group and the house would be easy. Brenna, it’s time you paid us back for what we did for you.”

She narrowed her eyes as she added, “You wouldn’t want to be seen as someone ungrateful, right?”

Mack’s displeasure was evident, his brows knitting into a frown as he took in Brenna’s amusement at the situation. His voice, tinged with sharpness, broke the silence. “Indeed,” he said coldly. “Your current achievements owe everything to the Barrett family’s efforts. We’ve poured years of time and substantial resources into molding you into the person you are today. Now, as the Harper family’s daughter, you are swathed in status and privilege. We’re not asking for grand gestures of repayment. Simply repaying us would suffice.” His words dripped with condescension, more a demand than a request.

Mack continued, “Hurry up! I’m hungry and in dire need of a shower. We’re giving you a chance to settle your debts—serve us some food and provide clean clothes. Where’s the bathroom? Also, clear a few rooms; we’re staying here.”

How did Brenna end up living amidst such luxury, attended by a fleet of

of arrogance. “Consider

you please prepare something for us? Look at our plight—we’ve faced so much hardship. Bring out whatever delicacies you have—truffles, caviar, Iberian ham. Anything filling will do. And clothes? Something simple yet tasteful, in the low five-figures range should suffice. We can’t remain like this, a sight for sore eyes. Otherwise, we’ll become

approach was nothing but a display of paternal affection. Isabella

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indifference, snapped, “You heard

responded calmly, “Are you finished? If so, leave.”

we’re in dire need? We’re left with nothing—no home, no means to survive. You’re our last hope. And let me remind you,

elegance, her movements charged with icy determination. “Oh, I remember your ‘kindness’ to me,” she replied, her voice sharp as a blade. “All those demands. When I didn’t produce the blueprints you wanted, you let me starve. How many times did I