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    “Miss Harper, we have visitors at the house,” he said, his tone cryptic and tinged with unease.


    “Visitors? Who are they?”


    Typically, the staff would mention guests casually, but Darrell’s demeanor hinted at something unusual, making Brenna suspect that the guests’ identities were not ordinary.


    She thought for a moment. “Is it my uncle’s family?”


    Darrell shook his head. “No, you’ll see for yourself.”<fn87f9> This update is avable on find?novel</fn87f9>


    His guarded attitude set off rms for both Brenna and Ethan.


    “Darrell, who are they? Can’t you just tell us?” Brenna pressed.


    Darrell sighed heavily. “It is best you see for yourself, Miss Harper. Those two showed up this morning. Coincidentally, your father went to Plomond for a business trip and won’t return until tomorrow. Your mother is also away on business and will be back tomorrow evening. I shouldn’t have let them in, but they were making a scene outside, and I worried the neighbors would notice. So, I allowed them inside. I have informed your father of this, but I haven’t told your mother about it. He might return early. It would be best if you asked them to leave. They are really annoying.”


    Brenna was still puzzled after his words.


    “Darrell, what kind of people have you so rattled?” she muttered, heading inside the house with Ethan.


    In the grand, elegantly appointed dining room, two strangers sat at the table.


    The table was set with avish spread—eight dishes and a soup.


    With her parents away, Ernst living elsewhere, and Dalton tied up at the film studio, Brenna was the only family member home. Yet the meal had been served before her arrival.


    Brenna realized that these two were really capable, making the servants serve the meal before she returned.


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    One of them was a woman in her fifties, with stylishly permed hair and a chic outfit, exuding an air of dignity as she relished the meal.


    Next to her sat a young woman, about twenty-five, in light makeup and a beige knit dress, radiating an air of elegance.


    The younger woman bubbled with excitement. “Mom, why didn’t wee here sooner? I love this ce. Will this be our home from now on?”


    “The Harper family hasn’t fallen yet. Since when do outsiders get to call the shots here?” Brenna sensed the weight of the situation. She strode over, pulled out a chair, and sat, fixing the mother and daughter with a cold stare, wary of their motives.


    Ethan joined her, resting a calming hand on hers.


    The older woman set down her fork with an air of superiority, acting as if she owned the ce.


    “Who do you think you are? Don’t you have any manners? Is this how Shepard taught you to behave?” she scolded, her tone condescending.


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