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    None of them had the slightest clue what to do with these ingredients.


    All three watched as Brenna expertly carved a slice from the tuna.


    “Stop pretending you know anything about these ingredients,” Isabe said sarcastically. She knew Brenna better than the others. “You’re just faking it. You’ve never eaten this before. The Barretts could never afford stuff like this. There’s no way you actually know what you’re doing.”


    Brenna 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 we usually do withmb.”


    Isabe, Sabine, and Fay burst 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, narrowing her eyes with disdain. “You almost had us fooled. You looked like you eat tuna every day. But it turns out you’re 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 learned Brenna was the Harper family’s daughter, she had carried a deep envy. Today, she finally had a moment to mock her.


    “I don’t,” she admitted. “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 with his business. You’ll be dumped by Mr. Mitchell in no time.”


    She mimicked Brenna’s motions and sliced the tuna, but ended up with ragged, uneven chunks.


    In contrast, Brenna’s cuts were clean. Each slice preserved the fish’s texture. She diced the tuna into perfect two-centimeter cubes, then scooped up spices with a tasting spoon, sniffed each one carefully, and added them to the marinade with measured precision.


    “You’re right,” Brenna said. “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.”


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    Isabe shot her a venomous re, 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, unsure of what to do next. She sneered at Brenna. “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’ll make sure everyone sees who you really are.”


    After a pause, she added, “You just like to pretend you’re 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 thinking, she threw them into a bowl and reached for spices, relying on hermb marinade experience to guide her.


    Fay, who held no real grudge against Brenna, remained quiet and simply let the drama unfold.


    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 pretending, too. You desperately cling to wealthy men, hoping to be members of rich families.”


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