The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows - Chapter 110

Chapter 110:

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Despite having never met Brenna before, Dalton felt no sense of distance between them. The moment he saw her, she felt like family. Brenna felt the same. Despite his superstar status, Dalton was remarkably warm and approachable, without a trace of arrogance. She accepted the gifts without hesitation and flashed him a bright smile. “It’s good to finally meet you, Dalton,” she said.

Dalton grinned, looking as excited as a child. “Out of the three of us, you look the most like Mom!”

After a pause, he continued in a gentle voice, “Since you just returned to the family, I wasn’t sure what you’d like or need, so I grabbed a little bit of everything. If anything doesn’t suit you, just throw it away—I’ll get you new ones next time.”

Brenna peeked inside the bags—luxury skincare sets, plush toys, the latest designer handbags, and an assortment of high-end snacks. Her eyes sparkled. “I love them all!”

Rosie stood frozen, watching as Brenna happily accepted the gifts. Not a single one was for her.

What was even worse, Dalton clearly liked Brenna—a lot. How could this be possible?

Day after day, she had slandered Brenna in their private family group chat—branding her as greedy, vain, and manipulative, even claiming she was after Audrey’s fiancé. So why did Dalton still like Brenna?

“Dalton! Where are my gifts?” Rosie’s eyes flicked to the ones in Brenna’s hands, waiting for Dalton to present hers. It wasn’t about the presents—she just refused to let Brenna have it all.

Dalton finally spared her a glance. “Yours are in the car. Go get them yourself,” he replied.

𝗀Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝒸𝗈𝗺, 𝓶𝗈𝗋𝑒 𝓬𝒉𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝗈𝗇

Without another thought, he pulled Brenna over to the sofa and sat down beside her. “How are you feeling living here? Are you fitting in well? If not, I own a few properties; you can pick some for yourself.”

Rosie had expected her gift to be just as impressive as Brenna’s. It should be a designer bag or luxury skincare set, at the very least. Excited, she ran to the garage and climbed into the van.

The next second, her smile faltered. Piled across the seats were plush toys, but not the high-end kind. They looked like cheap fan gifts. Scattered among them were flowers, sticky notes, and envelopes, all haphazardly thrown together.

She shoved the plush toys aside, expecting something valuable hidden underneath, but there was nothing. Furious, she stomped her foot. She didn’t need expensive gifts, but the lack of them made her feel unvalued.

Fury bubbled up inside her. She stomped her foot again, but this time harder. Unable to contain her frustration, she turned on her heel and stormed back into the house to confront Dalton. “Where’s my gift?” she asked sharply.

Dalton was deep in conversation with Brenna and barely glanced at Rosie. “Aren’t those plush toys gifts? And the flowers… You can take whichever ones you like.”

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