Chapter 355
Chapter 355:
She had always assumed Yelena was clueless about design—a liability to be exploited.
But now?
Now, Yelena’s expertise as a designer for Moda Style proved her to be a looming threat.
If their father found out about Yelena’s talent, his admiration for her would only grow. Bella had spent years building her position in the family, but Yelena’s rise could topple it all.
A sense of desperation clawed at her chest.
Damn it! How did it come to this?
Bella’s frustration burned like a live wire. She clenched her fists, her anger mixing with an overwhelming need to regain control.
She couldn’t let Yelena outshine her. She wouldn’t. Suddenly, a thought sparked in her mind—an idea so obvious she couldn’t believe she’d overlooked it.
“Miss Harris, have you decided on anything yet? These are all from our new collection,” the sales assistant said, pulling Bella back to the present.
Bella composed herself quickly, offering a bright smile. “Yes, these are lovely. I’ll take this blouse,” she said, picking up a crisp white top.
The associate beamed and took the blouse to the counter, wrapping it neatly and ringing Bella up.
As a frequent shopper, Bella’s preferences and size were already well-known, making the transaction seamless. Moments later, Bella paid and exited the store, the bag in her hand a mere prop for her brewing plans.
As she stepped out of the bustling mall, her focus already shifting to her next move, a shadow suddenly blocked her path. Startled, she looked up to find a familiar figure.
𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉:
“Well, well, my dear daughter. I knew it was only a matter of time before you’d turn up here p>
Bella stopped dead in her tracks, her grip tightening around the shopping bag in her hand. It was him. The man who had intercepted her not long ago.
Looking For His Daughter
The man’s gaze lingered on Bella, taking in her polished appearance. Her expensive clothing, elegant demeanor, and confident air all pointed to one conclusion—she had been taken in by a wealthy family.
He had been staking out this mall for days now. It was a hub for affluent young women, and he had seen her here before.
Lingering near the entrance with the kind of patience born from desperation, he had finally spotted her again. Now, face-to-face, he could see it clearly—there was no doubt in his mind.
Harold Miller—now jobless and scraping by on what little he had left after gambling and drinking—felt a strange flicker of fortune.
Today, he wasn’t just a man down on his luck. He was a father who had rediscovered his child.
The more he watched Bella, the stronger his certainty grew. This girl was his daughter.
He didn’t need proof; he could feel it in his bones. Time had changed her—she had grown so much—but to Harold, she was unmistakable.
“Who are you? What are you talking about?” Bella snapped, her tone sharp and dismissive. “I’m not your daughter. You’ve got the wrong person.” She froze, her eyes narrowing as she instinctively took a step back.
She regarded him coldly, her lips curling in disdain. She remembered him from the last time—a disheveled man who had stopped her in the exact same place, claiming the same nonsense.
Was this some elaborate scheme to swindle money?
She studied him briefly—unkempt, desperate-looking. Did he really think she, of all people, could be his daughter?
The thought was absurd!