Chapter 227 Why Put On


    An Act


    Brenna only let out a coldugh and brushed off Isabe''s jab. "These ingredients are high-quality. We don''t need to do much. We can season it with salt and pepper, just like what we usually do withmb."


    Isabe, Sabine, and Fay broke intoughter. Isabe''sugh was the loudest. "Quit pretending you know everything, alright? If you don''t know what you''re doing, just say so. Why put on an act?"


    Sabine snorted, eyes narrowed with disdain. "You almost had us fooled. You looked like you eat tuna every day. But it turns out you are just treating the tuna likemb. That''s hrious!"


    Brenna raised an eyebrow. "Do you know how to handle it, then?"


    Isabe felt a sense of satisfaction. Ever since she had learned Brenna was the Harper family''s daughter, she had carried a deep envy. Today, she finally had a moment to mock Brenna.


    "I don''t," she said. "But at least I''m not faking it like you. No matter what you do, you''ll neverpare to Miss Hewitt. She can actually help Mr. Mitchell in his business. You will be dumped by Mr. Mitchell in no time!"


    She mimicked Brenna''s motions and sliced the tuna. But she ended up with ragged, uneven chunks of it.


    In contrast, Brenna''s cuts were clean. Each slice kept the fish''s texture intact.


    She diced the tuna into perfect two-centimeter cubes. Then, she scooped up spices with a tasting spoon, sniffed each one carefully, and added them to the marinade with measured precision.


    Brenna said, "You''re right. The Barretts never served this. But at the Harpers'', I''ve eaten it a few times. I''ve watched the chefs prepare it up close."


    Isabe shot her a venomous re. She then said to the others, "Listen to her brag! A few fancy dinners, and now she''s a food expert?"


    Sabine stared down at her own poorly cut fish, not knowing what to do next. She sneered at Brenna and said, "It''s not like you''re some tuna master. Once Ethan dumps you for Jade, you''ll be nothing. And when I marry Ernst, I will make sure everyone sees you for who you really are!"


    After a pause, she continued, "You just like to pretend you are impressive. With the Harpers'' money, you can fake everything. But you can''t fool me."


    Her eyes swept over Brenna''s face. "That perfect face of yours? It''s probably fake, too."


    She hacked the fish into uneven pieces. Without thought, she threw them into a bowl and reached for spices, relying on hermb marinade experience to guide her.


    Fay, who had no real grudge against Brenna, kept quiet and simply let the drama y out.


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    Brenna said inly. "I''m the daughter of the Harper family. That is not something fake; that''s a fact. But the rest of you,ing from average families, keep putting on an act as if it''ll fool anyone. You have no money, yet you squeeze into designer brands. You are also pretending. You desperately cling to wealthy men, hoping you


    can be members of rich families."


    She turned to Fay and Sabine and continued, "You have taken sses to make yourself look like you are from


    refined families, right? The whole point of the sses is putting on an act But let''s be real. You couldn''t even pass the basics. You don''t carry yourselves like socialites. Real ones wouldn''t be so clueless about how to


    handle the bluefin tuna."


    After a pause, she added, "The truth stings, doesn''t it? You really think these rich yboys are looking for love? They collect women like watches. So ask yourselves. Are you the one they''ll keep or just something they wear for show? Deep down, you already know the answer to that."


    Sabine and Fay froze for a second, and then, their expressions twisted with rage. Yet, no rebuttal came. Brenna had been right. The etiquette sses, the polished manners, and the carefully crafted charm were all aimed at one thing: marrying into wealth.


    Sabine had been so close to reaching that goal, yet now, Ernst kept dying the matter of marriage.


    Fay''s nails dug into her palms. Jayceon barely looked at her anymore. His attention was on Ellie and her son.


    Both women were seething.


    Brenna then turned to Isabe. "Isabe, wasn''t your wardrobe malfunction at my party a little revealing? You were an A-cup then. But now, at least a D. Impressive work. Tell me, does Denis appreciate the upgrade?"


    Isabe''s grip on the knife tightened until her knuckles turned white. "One more word, and I''ll carve that smirk off your face."


    Brenna barely nced at the de, its edge glinting. "You won''t. You don''t have it in you to do something like


    that."


    The calmness in her voice cut deeper than


    any knife.


    Isabe snorted and mmed the knife onto the table. It was true. She didn''t have it in her.


    As she turned, she caught Sabine and Fay staring at her chest, curiosity written all over their faces.


    She snapped, "What are you looking at? Look away!"


    The two quickly averted their eyes. Sabine cleared her throat and took the initiative to change the subject. "Let''s make something for Miss Hewitt. I''m just not sure what she likes," she said.


    Fay nodded quickly, eager to move on from the earlier topic. "We can grill a few of everything for her. That should cover it."


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