The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel 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.

By the time she had finished cleaning herself and crying in the hotel room, her eyes were puffy and sore. But the weight pressing on her chest had eased.

Haunted by Rosie’s insults, she began 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 ago.

Since Rosie had been kicked out of the Harper family, she was no longer powerful.

It didn’t take long for Isabella to settle on a decision–she was going to get back at Rosie.

She continued to browse the forums, stumbling upon a post about Rosie being drenched in food waste.

Suddenly, it all made sense why Rosie had poured food waste on her.

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Isabella now felt she was being played.

On Monday, atop the Financial Building’s helipad, Brenna waited for a helicopter from the Weapons Research Institute.

Slinging her beige backpack over one shoulder, she glanced up and spotted the military helicopter approaching.

Just then, her phone began to ring.

She glanced at the caller ID and immediately declined the call. It was the eleventh time Ruby had called.

She had lost all interest in further interactions with the Barrett family.

The helicopter touched down smoothly on the helipad, its blades whirling rapidly, stirring up a strong wind and causing a loud noise.

Inside, a pilot dressed in a green flight suit and a soldier, also clad in green and armed with an AK, greeted Brenna with a polite smile.

“Miss Harper, please get in and fasten your seatbelt,” the soldier said with a grin. “Braeden mentioned that you designed this helicopter. Today, you’ll get to take the helicopter you designed.”

Brenna looked at the helicopter, intimately familiar with each aspect of it. The trust the military placed in her

had initially stunned her when she received the design order.

Upon completing the design, she had worried it wouldn’t pass the military’s evaluation.

Yet, her design had excelled, surpassing all other models in efficiency and stability. Within two years, it had been adopted by the military.

She had been just twenty years old at that time.

A slight, satisfied smile crossed Brenna’s face.

By nine in the morning, Brenna arrived at the entrance of the Weapons Research Institute.

The area buzzed with men in military uniforms, all wearing serious faces and engrossed in their duties.

Brenna’s presence as a striking young woman caught everyone’s eye. Some young soldiers even l passed by her.

ed as they

“Hey, Brenna!” Braeden, dressed in a crisp blue military uniform, approached her. Despite being in his forties, he had sharp eyes that sparkled with vitality.