The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 457:

Tori’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Stop trying to fool us. Just tell me if you are rich or not. Aren’t you a famous designer now?”

“Fine. I’ve earned some money over the years,” Ellie admitted.

Tori’s face underwent a miraculous transformation, a smile as fake as a three-dollar bill spreading across her lips as she pulled Ellie onto the couch. “That’s my girl. Now, you’ll support us financially. We don’t ask for much. You just need to buy two houses, one for me and your father, one for Hank. And you need to give us some money.”

Leif spoke with authority. “Listen here, Ellie. Raising you was no picnic, and your college education bled us dry. Here’s the deal—keep twenty thousand for yourself and give the rest of your savings to us. Your mother and I will manage the money for you.”

Ellie, her voice as cold as ice, replied, “That’s not going to happen.”

“Don’t be so ungrateful!” Tori shrieked, pinching Ellie’s arm with force. “We have raised you! You’d rather give your money to that bastard and not us? You need to tell me, who is the father of that bastard?”

over. Her family’s sudden intrusion had caught her off guard. She knew

her parents and brother out of here immediately. She didn’t want them to come back ever

greedy eyes, like vultures, picked apart the

inventory of every fixture, every piece of furniture, clearly wanting to claim

“Why are you staring at

the bedrooms, exclaimed, “Three guest rooms, each a palace compared to our master bedroom! Angela has already agreed to live here with me after

turned to Ellie, adopting a mock-solemn tone. “You’ll give me this apartment, right? Consider it a debt repaid to Mom and

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is not mine. I can’t give it to you,” Ellie retorted, her voice sharp as a shard of

faces darkened in an

designer! And

exclaimed, “After all our sacrifices for you, you turn your back on us! We ask for a mere apartment, and you refuse us? You’ve left the family for years, and now that you are finally back,

to a conspiratorial whisper, said to Tori, “Perhaps the bastard’s father owns