In Rachael’s mind, Rosie was the victim here. And there was no way she would let this outsider waltz in and overshadow her.
Her eyes landed on a laundry basket filled with worn clothes. A smirk tugged at her lips. Then she reached into the basket and pulled out a wrinkled, sleeveless black dress.
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.”
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?”
The young man, cheerful and relaxed, was mid-conversation on his phone. The moment he spotted Rachael, he ended the call.
“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?”
The man remained polite. “The one staying on the third floor. The customer requested we deliver them personally. Please, lead the way.”
Rachael motioned them forward. “Follow me.”
The third floor? That should mean Rosie had placed the order. Inside the elevator, Rachael quickly snapped a few photos of the clothes, sending them to Rosie with a brief message. “Did you order these clothes, Miss Harper?”
Unfortunately, Rosie was in the middle of a doctor’s appointment and didn’t see the message.
By the time they reached the third floor, Rachael still hadn’t received a reply.
Feeling uncertain, Rachael sent another message to Rosie. “I will just put them in your dressing room.”
The two employees, however, headed directly toward the eastern side-the direction of Brenna’s room. Rachael didn’t think much of it because Rosie’s room was just beside Brenna’s. She reached for Rosie’s door, pushing it open. “This way, please.”
But to her surprise, the woman knocked on Brenna’s door instead.
The door swung open, revealing Brenna wrapped in a towel, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. A radiant smile spread across her face as she greeted the man and the woman. “Luca, Selene! You arrived so quickly!”
She had been searching for something to wear, but her dressing room had been completely empty-not even a pair of pajamas or underwear had been provided.
To make matters worse, the single outfit left for her-a black dress-had clearly been worn and not washed.
Disgusted, she had tossed it straight into the trash and scrubbed her hands several times for touching it.
Rachael swiftly stepped in front of Luca Barnes and Selene Guzman, blocking their path. “You must be mistaken! Miss Harper’s room is over there!” She pointed toward Rosie’s door.
Luca snapped at her, “Move aside. We’re delivering these to Brenna. And as for the Miss Harper you’re talking about-who the hell even is that?”
Rachael gasped, her face twisting in outrage. “How dare you talk about Miss Harper like that? You should show some respect!”
Brenna fixed a glare on Rachael, freezing her in place. A cold shiver ran down Rachael’s spine. There was just something intimidating about the way Brenna looked at her.
As Luca and Selene wheeled the racks of designer clothing into Brenna’s room, Rachael quickly followed them inside, slipping back into her usual air of superiority.
She said to Brenna, “Miss Harper, let me remind you-each of these garments costs over ten thousand dollars. There are at least fifty pieces here. Can you afford them? If you don’t have the money, send them back. After all, you’ve just returned to the Harper family, and the DNA test hasn’t even been done yet. If it turns out you’re not actually a Harper, the family won’t pay for your reckless spending.”
Brenna didn’t bother acknowledging her. She casually flipped through the rack, plucking out a beige floral dress with a U-neck. Beneath it, she found a pair of white casual shoes that complemented it perfectly. Selene handed over a handbag filled with neatly folded undergarments. “Everything’s been washed and disinfected. You can wear them right away,” she said to Brenna.
Rachael’s eye twitched at the complete disregard for her presence. She turned to Luca and Selene with a warning. “You two better be careful. She’s not really the Harper family’s daughter. Do you know how much all of this costs? Half a million at least! If she can’t pay, you will regret this.”
Luca nonchalantly plucked a garment from the rack, turned over the tag, and held it up for Rachael to see. “Take a look. This isn’t just standard M&G. This is their elite collection-custom pieces, each one unique in the world. Every single item here is worth over half a million. Altogether? Nearly thirty million.”
Rachael stood frozen, her mind struggling to process the number. How could Brenna possibly deserve such expensive clothing?
Only Rosie was worthy of that level of luxury.
Gritting her teeth, Rachael steadied herself. “Then you definitely can’t leave these here! This woman here is poor-there’s no way she can afford them. But since you’re already here, there’s no need to waste a trip. Miss Rosie Harper could use some new clothes. And since these sizes fit her, let’s go ahead and move everything into her dressing room now.”
Brenna paid no mind to Rachael’s incessant chatter and carried her newly delivered clothes into the bedroom.
Luca and Selene, just as uninterested in entertaining Rachael’s presence, shut the door in front of her with little regard, the door nearly hitting her in the face.
As Brenna changed her clothes, Luca and Selene busied themselves organizing the clothing racks inside the walk-in closet.
The space was massive-easily over fifty square meters-and even after neatly hanging up the luxury garments, the closet still looked half-empty.
Meanwhile, outside, Rachael stomped her foot as she angrily typed a message to Rosie, updating her on the situation.
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