The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 Why Put On

An Act

Brenna only let out a cold laugh and brushed off Isabella’s jab. “These ingredients are high–quality. We don’t need to do much. We can season it with salt and pepper, just like what we usually do with lamb.”

Isabella, Sabine, and Fay broke into laughter. Isabella’s laugh was the loudest. “Quit pretending you know everything, alright? If you don’t know what you’re doing, just say so. Why put on an act?”

Sabine snorted, eyes narrowed with disdain. “You almost had us fooled. You looked like you eat tuna every day. But it turns out you are just treating the tuna like lamb. That’s hilarious!”

Brenna raised an eyebrow. “Do you know how to handle it, then?”

Isabella felt a sense of satisfaction. Ever since she had learned Brenna was the Harper family’s daughter, she had carried a deep envy. Today, she finally had a moment to mock Brenna.

“I don’t,” she said. “But at least I’m not faking it like you. No matter what you do, you’ll never compare to Miss Hewitt. She can actually help Mr. Mitchell in his business. You will be dumped by Mr. Mitchell in no time!”

She mimicked Brenna’s motions and sliced the tuna. But she ended up with ragged, uneven chunks of it.

In contrast, Brenna’s cuts were clean. Each slice kept the fish’s texture intact.

She diced the tuna into perfect two–centimeter cubes. Then, she scooped up spices with a tasting spoon, sniffed each one carefully, and added them to the marinade with measured precision.

Brenna said, “You’re right. The Barretts never served this. But at the Harpers‘, I’ve eaten it a few times. I’ve watched the chefs prepare it up close.”

Isabella shot her a venomous glare. She then said to the others, “Listen to her brag! A few fancy dinners, and now she’s a food expert?”

Sabine stared down at her own poorly cut fish, not knowing what to do next. She sneered at Brenna and said, “It’s not like you’re some tuna master. Once Ethan dumps you for Jade, you’ll be nothing. And when I marry Ernst, I will make sure everyone sees you for who you really are!”

After a pause, she continued, “You just like to pretend you are impressive. With the Harpers‘ money, you can fake everything. But you can’t fool me.”

Her eyes swept over Brenna’s face. “That perfect face of yours? It’s probably fake, too.”

She hacked the fish into uneven pieces. Without thought, she threw them into a bowl and reached for spices, relying on her lamb marinade experience to guide her.

Fay, who had no real grudge against Brenna, kept quiet and simply let the drama play out.

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Chapter 227 Why Put On An Act

Brenna said plainly. “I’m the daughter of the Harper family. That is not something fake; that’s a fact. But the rest of you, coming from average families, keep putting on an act as if it’ll fool anyone. You have no money, yet you squeeze into designer brands. You are also pretending. You desperately cling to wealthy men, hoping you

can become members of rich families.”

She turned to Fay and Sabine and continued, “You have taken classes to make yourself look like you are from

refined families, right? The whole point of the classes is putting on an act But let’s be real. You couldn’t even pass the basics. You don’t carry yourselves like socialites. Real ones wouldn’t be so clueless about how to

handle the bluefin tuna.”

After a pause, she added, “The truth stings, doesn’t it? You really think these rich playboys are looking for love? They collect women like watches. So ask yourselves. Are you the one they’ll keep or just something they wear for show? Deep down, you already know the answer to that.”

Sabine and Fay froze for a second, and then, their expressions twisted with rage. Yet, no rebuttal came. Brenna had been right. The etiquette classes, the polished manners, and the carefully crafted charm were all aimed at one thing: marrying into wealth.

Sabine had been so close to reaching that goal, yet now, Ernst kept delaying the matter of marriage.

Fay’s nails dug into her palms. Jayceon barely looked at her anymore. His attention was on Ellie and her son.

Both women were seething.

Brenna then turned to Isabella. “Isabella, wasn’t your wardrobe malfunction at my party a little revealing? You were an A–cup then. But now, at least a D. Impressive work. Tell me, does Denis appreciate the upgrade?”

Isabella’s grip on the knife tightened until her knuckles turned white. “One more word, and I’ll carve that smirk off your face.”