Chapter 274
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Isabella’s eyes narrowed as she observed Brenna with a complex mix of disdain and admiration. She inwardly dismissed the value of Brenna’s clothes yet acknowledged their aesthetic appeal.
Isabella let out a mocking laugh and taunted, “Is the Harper family going bankrupt? Can’t even manage to buy branded clothes anymore?”
Brenna replied with a confident smirk, fully aware of her distinctive fashion choice. What Isabella didn’t know was that her outfit was a one-of-a-kind creation by Ellie for the M&G brand, made from rare materials and featuring an exclusive design.
“Oh, you don’t know what brand of clothes I’m wearing then?”
Casually, Brenna showcased her wrist, her voice cool and collected, “These pieces are custom-made by one-of-a-kind.”
She gestured towards her pendant, adding, “See? It’s M&G.”
Isabella scoffed in disbelief, “M&G? That sounds like a generic brand you’d find at a street market.”
Unfazed, Brenna said, “It appears you’re just unfamiliar with true quality.”
Isabella’s expression hardened. “How dare you say something like that? Look at yourself, flaunting no-name clothes while acting all high and mighty. Just because you’re from the Harper family, you think you’re better than me? I heard you entered the design contest as well. Do you even recognize your own abilities? You produce nothing but average designs for the Barrett family. How could you dare compete in such a high-profile event? Aren’t you worried about bringing shame to the Harper family when your work ranks last?”
Brenna maintained her composure as she calmly responded, “You think your skills are good? I’m curious how you ended up participating in such a high-level competition. Your academic background was hardly remarkable, and your portfolio since you graduated has been uninspiring. Are you here merely to embarrass yourself?”
With unwavering confidence, Isabella said, “We’ll see who ends up embarrassed. Don’t waste your time worrying about me. Focus on your own flaws. If I were in your shoes, I’d stay home to spare the Harper Group any humiliation.”
ℝ𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸h𝒶ρtєrs 𝑜𝓃 g𝓐l𝑛ovєls.𝓬0𝓶
Brenna could feel a strong sense of certainty in Isabella’s reply, one that felt more like a statement of confidence than just an insult.
This puzzled her. Why did Isabella exhibit such confidence?
“Is that so? You seem really sure that you will get an award in the competition,” Brenna said.
Isabella raised an eyebrow and answered sharply, “I’m just certain I can do better than you.”
Just then, Isabella plastered a flattering smile on her face. She looked toward the entrance of the hall and hurried to greet someone.
Brenna wondered who Isabella had seen that sparked such enthusiasm. A man in a silver-gray tailored suit walked over. He wasn’t tall. He stood half a head shorter than the second son of the Russell family walking just behind him. His gaze was blatantly fixed on Isabella’s chest. If he hadn’t been in public, he might have already reached out to touch her.
Brenna watched the exchange between the man and Isabella and felt a wave of disgust.
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