Chapter 368
Chapter 368:
Giselle let out a frustrated sigh, clearly displeased.
Brenna playfully suggested to Giselle, “Maybe you should try offering her a million dollars to leave Ernst and see what she decides p>
Caught off guard but intrigued, Ernst agreed, “Indeed. That’s an interesting test. I’ll bring Sabine along on Wednesday. I’m sure you’ll change your mind once you meet her p>
As Giselle stayed silent, Ernst continued, “You’re not thinking that just because Sabine is from an ordinary family, she is unworthy of being with me, right? With your progressive views, why would her social status matter p>
Following Giselle’s instructions, Brenna had avoided going to the studio on Wednesday, hoping to prevent another mishap like the one at the return banquet, where her late arrival had caused unnecessary misunderstandings.
Determined to stay on top of her workload, Brenna spent Tuesday night working tirelessly, pushing herself until the early hours. She finally succumbed to exhaustion and collapsed into bed at three in the morning.
By the time Brenna awoke, it was well past noon, and her stomach growled in protest.
Quickly throwing on some clothes, she made her way downstairs in search of something to eat.
Meanwhile, preparations for the evening’s birthday party were well underway. Giselle had spared no expense, hiring three professional chef teams—one for the main courses, one for appetizers, and another for desserts. Each team came equipped with its own specialized tools and had set up a temporary kitchen in the farthest corner of the Harper family’s sprawling estate.
Amid this flurry of preparation, with staff darting between decorations and deliveries, Brenna’s quiet descent went unnoticed.
She soon found the family’s head chef still orchestrating lunch service, the meal not ready yet.
Julia, now promoted to housekeeper, spotted Brenna and approached her with a friendly smile. “Miss Harper,” she said warmly, “Mrs. Harper has commissioned elite culinary experts for tonight’s event, including Shirie’s most celebrated pastry chef. They’re all set up in the garden; would you like to take a look p>
Brenna’s interest was immediately piqued. She nodded, eager to see what they were preparing.
Upon entering the garden, she saw the chefs busy with their preparations. The teams for the main courses and appetizers were still working with ingredients, and none of the dishes were ready yet. However, the dessert team had completed a selection of delicate treats, already arranged and waiting to be served.
As Brenna took in the scene, a familiar voice spoke from behind her. “Ensure the desserts are properly stored in the fridge. We can’t risk losing their freshness or compromising their quality p>
Brenna turned, her eyes widening slightly as she saw Rosie sitting in a wheelchair with her legs wrapped in casts.
For a moment, she couldn’t help but let out a small, exasperated laugh. “You’re injured like this, and you’re still here to attend the party p>
Rosie met Brenna’s gaze, her eyes softening with unexpected sincerity. “Brenna, you’re here. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect on my actions regarding the Harper Group design competition, and I’ve realized how wrong I was. I asked Mom for a chance to make amends, and I’m here to help with the preparations p>