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Greta nodded and said reluctantly, “Alright. I already exchanged contact information with Miss Harper. I really do want to be friends with her.”
She felt upset being criticized so openly, but she kept her demeanor polite and kind. She forced herself to listen attentively to thepliments about Brenna.
Thiago’s praise for Brenna was one thing, but hearing the same praise from the people she looked up to as academic role models was different. She was unable to ept this.
Was Brenna truly that impressive?
She couldn’t bear the thought of a woman being both more talented and more beautiful than she was.
She struggled to keep her smile in ce.
“Miss Harper isn’t just brilliant. She is also stunning and genuinely kind-hearted…”
She had heard so manypliments about Brenna today that it was starting to make her feel sick.
Lilith nodded eagerly while munching away with obvious delight, seeing nothing wrong with all thepliments being showered on Brenna.
After all, these people worked for Brenna, and it was natural that they praised their boss.
“Miss Harper…” A distinct voice sliced through the chatter, drawing every gaze toward the entrance, where a couple had just arrived.
The man was dressed in a crisp, white tailored suit that clung to his tall frame, exuding sharp elegance. Clinging to his arm was a sultry woman in a tight, red mini-dress. Her voluminous curls cascaded over her shoulders, her lips painted a bold, fiery red. Her curvaceous figure turned heads the moment she stepped in.
However, what grabbed everyone’s attention wasn’t just theirmanding presence but the diamond tiara the woman wore. It looked exactly like the one Brenna had.
Valeria ran her fingers over the diamond tiara resting on her head, a gestureced with unmistakable provocation.
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Beside her, Viper stood rxed, hands tucked into his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Behind them, a dozen bodyguards in sleek ck suits and dark sunsses followed in tight formation, adding to the theatrics of their grand entrance.
Clearly startled, the Harper family members hurried out of the house to see them.
Whispers began to ripple through the crowd like a wave.
“How can the tiaras be so identical?”
“One of them has to be fake.”
When Brenna and Ethan stepped outside, they caught wind of the murmurs swirling through the crowd. Without a word, the two aligned themselves beside the Harper family, their gazes fixed on Viper and Valeria.
“It’s rare for you to attend my birthday party, Viper. Wee,” Brenna said coolly, her eyesnding on the diamond tiara atop Valeria’s head. Wasn’t that the replica Bingham had stolen from her?
Ethan narrowed his eyes, also recognizing the tiara instantly. It was the custom replica he’dmissioned himself. Crafted from real diamonds and gold, it had cost him millions and matched the original to thest detail.
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