MainNovelChapter 454: Brenna straightened, her resolve like steel. “Didn't your hired goons cafter me? What was I supposed to do - do nothing after you tried to harm me?" After a pause, she continued, "What do you think of my countermove? Do you like it? If not, I can do more." Her voice was low but laced with danger. "Tryagain, and I won't hesitate to kill you." The glare she shot at Rachael was a silent threat.
Rachael, who had meant to make things difficult for Brenna, suddenly found herself unable to meet her fierce gaze. Yet beneath her fear, resentment simmered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBrenna quickly walked to her room and shut the door behind her.
Rachael wheeled Rosie into her room and finally found her voice. "Brenna admitted it! That arrogant bitch!" Rosie snorted in anger, her hands trembling like leaves in a storm. "She nearly gotkilled last time. But she feels no guilt about it. I can even sense that she wantsdead." Concern creased her brow as she turned to Rachael. "Do you think I shouldn't have cback? What if she really does try to kill me?" Rachael trembled at the thought-she understood the dark secrets of the wealthy. Taking out a young woman like Rosie would be child's play for the Harpers.
A business empire like theirs surely had its share of enemies. There must have been people the Harper family had crossed. Rachael believed the Harpers had ways to make problems vanish without a trace.
Yet she was in the dark about their methods.
"At least the Harpers won't act openly against you. For now, you need to keep a low profile—don't provoke them further," Rachael suggested.
Rosie's fear clashed with her resentment. She had schemed to humiliate Brenna and win Ethan back before. But now, Brenna's lethal glare haunted her, making her afraid to make any moves.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIAT€$t ¢h Aptëяş in gatnøvεlŞThe next morning, Brenna slept well past eleven before asking the chef to pack sfood for her.
She then drove to Ellie's place. Patrick answered the door in his pajamas, cookie crumbs dusting his cheeks. "Morning! Where's your mom?" Brenna asked.
Patrick pouted, pointing toward the bedroom. "She's still in dreamland, tellingto prepare food for myself. Back in Norview, she always letcook and complained that my cooking was giving her malnutrition! But I only know how to make a few simple dishes! I'm just a kid, after all.”
Brenna wasn't surprised by this. Ellie's parenting philosophy seemed to be that survival equaled success.
"Poor you," Brenna said as she went inside and opened the containers she had brought. "I brought you sreal food. I also picked these myself from the countryside yesterday." She carefully stored sweet corn, grapes, and cherry tomatoes in the fridge.
She then told Patrick that the corn only needed to be boiled for fifteen minutes before he could eat it, and that he could eat the grapes and cherry tomatoes after washing them.
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