Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Sienna picked up her shoulder bag and turned around. As she walked away, she pulled out her phone and said, “It’s done. Come pick me up.”

Her voice was flat, like a boss giving orders.

Hazel’s face twisted with rage. Sienna’s firm, decisive figure overlapped with the way she used to grovel in front of the Fairbank family.

The contrast made Hazel’s stomach churn. She snapped, cursing furiously, “Get out! Get out now! I want to see how long you can act tough after leaving the Fairbank family.”

As she yelled, Hazel scrambled up awkwardly from the ground, yanked Jessica up, and dragged her toward the house, still spewing curses.

Jessica, however, kept glancing back. She bit her lower lip as she watched Sienna disappear in the distance.

She couldn’t stop wondering who Sienna had been talking to on the phone. Hazel had always said Sienna grew up in the countryside. Four years ago, when her grandmother passed away, they had brought Sienna back.

In the end, she was still just a girl from the countryside, completely out of place in high society.

Everything Sienna had was tied to the Fairbank family or Ernest.

Now that she had been kicked out, Jessica didn’t believe anyone would actually come to pick her up.

What bothered her most was the way Sienna had sounded-so superior, like she was giving commands.

Jessica’s curiosity only grew. She tugged Hazel toward the study. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, they could see everything happening at the front gate.

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Outside the Fairbank family villa, a car sped down the road and came to a smooth stop right in front of Sienna.

It wasn’t some flashy sports car or a showy luxury sedan. There wasn’t even a brand logo on it. It was just a low-key, matte black SUV.

But despite its plain color, the car had an imposing presence that drew all eyes. Its sleek shape carried a raw, powerful edge.

The door opened, and a man in black tactical gear stepped out with practiced ease. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his buzz cut emphasizing sharp, rugged features. His eyes were sharp, cold, and predatory, like a hawk.

He came around the vehicle with steady, controlled steps, each one showing the strength of years of training.

“Boss.” He stopped in front of Sienna, standing ramrod straight like a soldier. He saluted crisply, every move full of loyalty and respect. His hard face carried no expression except absolute obedience.

Sienna stayed calm and only gave a slight nod.

The man instantly stepped aside and opened the back door with both hands.

Sienna got in without hesitation. She didn’t look back at the Fairbank family even once.

The door closed, and the sound outside was instantly shut out by the modified car.

The man got back behind the wheel. The heavy tires gripped the road, and with a sharp roar, the SUV shot forward with unstoppable force.

Just then, a maid knocked on the door with a hesitant look. “Mr. Fairbank, Mrs. Fairbank, I was cleaning Sienna’s room and found this on her dresser.”

She set a piece of paper and a bank card on the desk.

“Just toss her things out. Why bother bringing them here?” Hazel snapped.

But Melvin’s eyes stayed on the bank card, his brows furrowed. He reached for the paper.

It was a list, written in Sienna’s neat, flowing handwriting.

At the bottom, she had added in bold strokes: [Above is all my expenses during my four years with the Fairbank family, including rent. Total: 200 thousand dollars. Password is six zeros.]

Melvin’s frown deepened further.

Hazel leaned over, and when she saw the list, she burst out laughing. “She’s really trying hard to play the part, actually writing up a list.”

She skimmed the numbers “200 thousand dollars? Jessica’s allowance alone is that much every month. She lived four years like a Fairbank family heiress, and she’s saying she only spent that much, huh? Poor people will always think like poor people That’s as far as her mind can stretch.”

She curled her lip. “And even if she wants to settle the score, where is she supposed to get 200 thousand dollars?”

But Melvin’s face only grew darker. He remembered the way Sienna had thrown that check in his face earlier, so cold and decisive. She hadn’t been bluffing.

He ran his eyes over the list again, his hand tightening into a fist. “Tell the butler to go through the accounts. I want every single expense from the past four years-everything she ate, wore, and used-written down in detail.”