The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Are You Deaf

Rachael glanced down at her phone, the recent call log with Rosie still on display Rose’s inercions to seem clear–leave Brenna outside. Let her stand in the heat, waiting, while the rest of the household goes

As the Harper family’s housekeeper, Rachael oversaw everything from daily maintenance to staff managemen Though just a servant here, she held more influence than most realized. After all, she had seen with the Harper family for over twenty years, long enough to earn their trust. A single word from her could detectie whether a maid kept her job or was sent packing. And no one in this house wanted to be sent patag

The maids at the Harper estate were paid generously. They had comfortable accommodations, freshly pregge meals, seasonal uniforms, and long holiday breaks. The work was light, and the salary was better fitan most could ever dream of.

Coming from ordinary backgrounds, none of the servants here wanted to lose their jobs.

As a result, everyone sought to stay in Rachael’s good graces. Her word was final, and even if they had doubra, they seldom dared to challenge her authority.

Rachel turned to the servants behind her, her tone sharp. “What are you all standing around for? Get back to

work!”

At once, they scattered and busied themselves with their duties.

Julia lingered, hesitating, before speaking up. “Whenever guests arrive, we always greet them at the gate right away. Today is the day Ms. Harper returns home–wouldn’t it be improper to ignore her like this? And if that really is Ms. Harper out there, and Mrs. Harper finds out we left her waiting, won’t there be trouble?”

Rachael’s eyes narrowed. “Mind your own business. Look at what she’s wearing. Even we’re dressed better than that. Do you really think someone like her could be Miss Harper? Besides, the Harper family doesn’t just let

in.” anyone

Worried that the person outside might actually be Brenna, Julia pressed further, saying, “It’s scorching out there. Shouldn’t we at least check whether that woman is Ms. Harper or not? I will go. If it’s not her, I can ask why she’s here.”

Before Rachael could reply, Julia started toward the door. Annoyed, Rachael grabbed her by the arm to stop her. “Fine. I’ll go check. You go upstairs and clean the room we prepared for Ms. Harper. Make sure it’s spotless.”

Julia hesitated but obeyed, heading toward the staircase.

Only then did Rachael make her way to the entrance.

The sun was fiery, making the marble pavement gleam under the sunlight. Brenna stood by the gate, ur her skin glowing with some sweat. Rachel opened the door. Though Brenna’s clothes were casual, Rac not help but notice her resemblance to Giselle Harper, her mother.

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Still, Rachael kept her expression cold, almost condescending “Who are you looking for here? she asked

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Brenna

Brenna remained polite. She wasn’t the type to look down on anyone, no matter their stats. To the fastin the Harper family lost twenty years ago. Let me inside now,”

Rachael scoffed, her eyes scanning Brenna’s outfit–frayed denim shorts, an oversized shirt, and scuffed sneakers. By her estimation, the entire ensemble wasn’t worth more than two hundred dollars.

Even she was dressed better than that. “How dare you pretend to be a Hatper?” she sneered.

Brenna assumed she genuinely didn’t know, so she kept her tone patient. “I really am the Harper family’s

daughter.”

But she believed something about the situation felt off. Even if she weren’t a Harper, she was still a guest Ye this maid was speaking to her with open disdain. What did that say about the Harper family? Her patience thinned. If this was how they treated people, she wanted nothing to do with them.

Rachael rolled her eyes. “Impossible. Miss Rosie Harper personally went to pick up Miss Brenna Harper. They should be arriving together. You probably heard about Miss Brenna Harper’s return and thought you could fool us by pretending to be her.”

She gasped suddenly, pointing at Brenna. “Wait! Did you kidnap Miss Brenna Harper?”

Brenna let out a laugh, dry and unamused. She then turned, ready to walk away.

But before she could take a step, Rachael’s shrill voice rang out. “Help! Someone come quickly! She’s kidnapped Miss Brenna Harper! Stop her from leaving!”

“What’s with all the noise? Is Brenna back?” A deep male voice cut through the tension.

Brenna looked up to see a man approaching the gate. His graying hair gave him a refined air, and though age had softened his face, his steps were steady.

As the man got closer, his eyes settled on Brenna’s face, and his brows furrowed with recognition. He believed she looked uncannily like his sister–in–law, Giselle.

“You are Brenna, right? Come in,” he said.