Chapter 24
Chapter 24:
Rachael then went back and pressed her ear against Brenna’s door, straining to catch any sound. The thick walls muted everything, leaving her unsure of what was happening inside. After a moment of hesitation, she carefully pushed the door open.
The living room and bedroom were empty. Rachael’s eyes swept the space—Brenna’s clothes and shoes lay on the bed, while the bathroom door remained firmly shut. Brenna was probably in the shower.
Rachael placed the wrinkled black dress on the bed, then turned her attention to Brenna’s backpack. A quick inspection revealed exactly what she hoped—no spare clothes. Suppressing a laugh, she took Brenna’s discarded outfit, gathering every last piece and muttering wickedly, “Let’s see how you enjoy being humiliated later p>
A sleek black MPV rolled up to the entrance of the Harper family estate, the bold “M&G” logo gleaming on its side. At first glance, it was clear—a high-end delivery had arrived.
Two young employees, a man and a woman dressed in stylish attire, stepped out of the vehicle and moved quickly to the trunk. With practiced efficiency, they pulled out two clothing racks packed with luxurious garments—each piece an obvious work of high fashion. The fabrics shimmered under the sunlight, their elegance unmistakable.
The young man rang the bell, and Rachael promptly came to answer the door, her eyes immediately locking onto the racks of expensive clothing. A sliver of unease crept up her spine. Did Brenna order these? The idea alone was enough to irritate her. But before jumping to conclusions, she decided to confirm first. “Who are these clothes for p>
The young man, cheerful and relaxed, was mid-conversation on his phone. The moment he spotted Rachael, he ended the call.
𝘽𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢
“Miss Harper placed an order about an hour ago. We’re here to deliver it personally,” he said.
Rachael glanced at the “M&G” logo again. She knew this brand—it was a favorite of the Harper family members. Each piece was at least tens of thousands.
That meant one of two things: either Rosie had placed the order, or Audrey Harper—Ableson’s daughter—had. It certainly couldn’t be Brenna. She had just returned, dressed like a commoner. There was no way she could afford something this extravagant.
But then another thought struck her. What if Brenna had expected the Harper family to pay for these clothes and she was indeed the one who had placed the order?
Brenna had only just set foot in the Harper household—where did she get the nerve to splurge so extravagantly with their money? How audacious!
Rachael asked cautiously, “Which Miss Harper made the order p>