The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15 She’Has To

Take Them From Brenna

Brenna paid no mind to Rachael’s incessant chatter and carried her newly delivered clothes into the bedroom.

Luca and Selene, just as uninterested in entertaining Rachael’s presence, shut the door in front of Rachael with little regard, the door nearly hitting her in the face.

As Brenna changed her clothes, Luca and Selene busied themselves organizing the clothing racks inside the

walk–in closet.

The space was massive–easily over fifty square meters–and even after neatly hanging up the luxury garments, the closet still looked half–empty.

Meanwhile, outside, Rachael stomped her foot as she angrily typed a message to Rosie, updating her on the

situation.

She then muttered, “She ordered a ridiculous amount of expensive clothes! I can’t wait to see how she plans to pay for them!”

She then went downstairs and stationed herself in the living room, smugly waiting for Luca and Selene to come down. Soon enough, they exited the elevator, wheeling out the empty clothing racks. Rachael snorted, convinced they would soon come to her, begging for the bill to be settled.

But to her surprise, neither of them stopped to speak with anyone from the Harper family. They just went straight for the door and left.

Confused, she hurried after them, calling from the steps, “Aren’t you going to ask for the money for the clothes?” Luca and Selene didn’t spare Rachael a glance. Without a word, they loaded the racks into the MPV and drove

off.

When Rosie stepped out of the doctor’s office, she finally checked her phone. As she scrolled through the messages, she clicked on the pictures Rachael had sent. She gawped in disbelief. “How on earth…”

The clothes in those photos… They weren’t just expensive. They were M&G’s exclusive, unreleased collection- pieces only seen in private fashion circles.

She had tried to secure them two months ago, but even with her connections, she was told they were unavailable. Yet somehow, Brenna–who had nothing–had gotten her hands on them.

She was trembling with anger.

This couldn’t be happening. She had to take them from Brenna

Jaw tightening, she flung open the car door and got inside, saying sharply, “Drive”

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She snapped for Read up, ready to scold him–only to find the driver’s seat completely empty Neville was

sady gone

Grinding her teeth, she had no choice but to drive herself home

Brents had only just returned, yet the Harpers absence made it clear she was being disregarded, their antidesetor Bordering on coldness Still she refused to let it affect her composure. Having never known the warmth of a real family in the Barrett household, she held onto a sliver of hope that things might be different

with the Marpers

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er reception was disappointing, but she wasn’t ready to write them off just yet. At exactly six o’clock, she came downstairs to the first–floor living room, waiting for the Harper family members to return.

She scrolled through her phone while she waited, replying to messages.

Rose was the first to return. Brenna barely looked up before going back to her screen, disregarding Rosie.

Rosie looked at Brenna Brenna lounged on the leather sofa, her smooth skin illuminated under the soft lighting. Her long, tea–colored curls, streaked with blue highlights, cascaded over her shoulders. She wore a beige floral dress that looked somewhat out of place. Looking at her, Rosie felt irritated.

Yet, despite the mismatched outfit, Brenna’s beauty was undeniable–her delicate face captivating even without makeup. Sitting there in quiet composure, she looked like she had stepped straight out of a movie.

Rosie strode over and scoffed, “Didn’t you see me walk in? Why didn’t you greet me? So rude.”

Brenna’s eyes flicked to Rosie’s ankle–wrapped in thick bandages. She had seen Rosie walking just fine earlier. She didn’t look like someone injured at all.

She snorted inwardly, instantly realizing that Rosie had been putting on an act for Ethan back at the restaurant. I only hear a stupid donkey braying.” Brenna said coldly, not even bothering to look up.

Rosie’s jaw clenched in fury, and she checked the time. It was eight past six in the evening. Her grandparents would be back soon.

She couldn’t afford to let them see her bullying Brenna

Brenna’s dress was a featured piece from a world–famous fashion magazine, and she carried it with the effortless elegance of a runway model.