The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 9

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“You want a lab? Are you out of your mind?” Bradley blurted out without thinking.

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He had assumed Sierra would ask for clothes, bags–something normal. But no, she had to open her mouth and demand a lab.

A lab that had cost The Xander Group hundreds of millions to build. A lab that was crucial to their pharmaceutical business.

How could he possibly give it to her?

He was about to say more, but then he saw the mocking smile on Sierra’s face. Remembering what he had just said moments ago, he forced himself to adjust his tone.

“The lab isn’t something I can decide on my own,” he said. “And even if you had it, you wouldn’t know how to use it.”

Then, as if trying to pacify her, he added, “How about I buy you some clothes? You didn’t like the ones Denny picked yesterday, right? I’ll get you new ones. Be good, okay?”

Be good.

Sierra let out a laugh.

What she wanted, they refused to give. What she didn’t want, they shoved into her hands, acting as if it were some grand act of kindness.

And she was supposed to be grateful for it? To obediently go along with whatever they decided?

Why?

Suppressing the coldness in her eyes, Sierra spoke icily, “No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Xander. I’ll handle my own affairs. And my grandmother’s situation? No need to trouble yourself with that either.”

Bradley’s irritation flared.

“Enough already!” he shapPC. Your grandmother’s situation is your greedy parents‘ fault. What does that

have to do with me? I’ve already done more than enough. What more do you want?”

Then, as if something inside him cracked, he growled, “And I’m your brother! Stop calling me Mr. Xander!”

Bradley was the kind of person who rarely lost his temper, but now? He was furious.

Furious at Sierra’s ingratitude.

Furious that she refused to listen.

Hadn’t things been fine before? Why did she have to turn so sharp and unyielding now?

Sierra lifted her gaze to him, the corners of her lips curving in a slight smirk.

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“Greedy parents?” she repeated. “Mine?”

Bradley stiffened.

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Only then did he remember–James and Yulia weren’t her parents

They were Denny’s.

Before he could speak, Sierra’s voice rang in his ears again.

“You see?” she said, her tone almost casual. “You never thought of me as family in the first place. So tell me, what’s wrong with me calling you Mr. Xander?

She turned and left, but her words stayed with him, cutting deeper than he wanted to admit

His lips pressed into a thin line, irritation twisting into something heavier–something doser to regres

He had come today to apologize, to make things right.

How had it ended up like this instead?

And then there was Denny.

Bradley frowned and dialed a number.

Thirty minutes later, he arrived at Northwind University.

Evan was already waiting for him. Bradley got into the car.

“What is it?” Evan asked.

“In school, keep an eye on Sierra.”

Evan glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Something happened.”

Bradley quickly explained Sierra’s situation–her grandmother’s suffering, the years of torment she endured in prison.

Evan’s expression darkened.

“The hell was the prison doing? Just standing around while she got beaten?”

Bradley didn’t answer.

Evan had spent his life buried in academics. He didn’t understand places like that.

Prison was a place where people got eaten alive.

Bradley had thought he had taken care of things. But somehow, through some twisted turn of fate, Sier had received no protection at all.

Evan exhaled sharply, gathering his thoughts. “I messaged Denny. She’s coming after class. We’ll ask her what happened.”

Bradley nodded.

He didn’t believe Denny had done anything to hurt Sierra.

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Denny was soft–hearted, always so sweet and obedient.

She adored Sierra. She shared everything with her.

How could she possibly stand by and let Sierra suffer?

There had to be something else going on. Something they didn’t know yet.

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Then, as if remembering something, Bradley added, “By the way, you’re in charge of the lab. Can you section off a part of it? Or set up a smaller one–something that looks real?”

Evan shot him a look. “Why?”

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