He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 412: I Should Be the One Living Here

"And what do people really think of her?"

Heather stared at Julia's smug expression, suspicion creeping in. "Scarlett? Who even is that? I've never heard of her. Don't tell me you're the one they're talking about."

Julia smiled faintly, a dangerous glint in her eye. "I show you respect because you're a Harrison, Heather. Otherwise... you'll find out exactly what happened to Sherry."

Her threat startled Heather.

She was the type to bully the weak but fear the strong, and Julia seemed far too confident. She had come back from Keiperian, after all, and rumors had spread when she first arrived.

People said she'd saved several important figures, especially top businessmen in Seaseat City. She had clout there, and even some connections in King City.

Could it be true?

Did she really have powerful connections in Keiperian?

Heather wasn't smart enough to figure it out, but she refused to back down. "Do whatever you want. Being big in Keiperian doesn't mean anything here.

"The Harrisons don't run business in Keiperian. If you want to marry into our family, you need influence right here. What you have over there means nothing—your reach doesn't stretch this far."

She was right, in a way.

Connections here were deeply tangled and discreet, full of hidden power. One wrong move could anger someone untouchable, leaving her unable to stay here.

And more importantly, she'd come back largely because that man was here too.

Gilbert alone would never have been enough to pull her home.

What infuriated her was that she still had no information on that man—not even his alias or name in this country.

Heather turned and opened the gate to go inside. Julia put on a calm air but followed quickly.

It wasn't that she hadn't tried to visit before. She'd once planned to confront Sherry and kick her out of the house.

Why should Sherry live in a home she couldn't even enter?

She was determined to drive Sherry away.

But the house had been empty and dark. Worse, she didn't know the gate code and couldn't get in at all.

She'd been too nice before, and now everyone thought she was a pushover.

She scanned every room.

No one was there.

Julia gasped in surprise. "Where did he go?"

Heather rolled her eyes. "Isn't it obvious? He went out to work and hasn't come back."

"That's impossible. Last night he was—"

Last night? Heather eyed Julia suspiciously.

Julia would never admit she'd moped outside all night, putting on a helpless act. But it was true—no one was home.

She peeked into Sherry's room and was shocked to find it far less luxurious than she expected. Even the dresses that had once made her jealous were gone.

Sherry had never worn most of them anyway; she probably knew she wasn't good enough for them.

At least she had that much self-awareness.

But now the nice pieces were gone, leaving only old, worn-out clothes.

Had Lucas kicked Sherry out? But if he had, why would she take the nice things and leave the junk?

It made no sense.

Maybe she'd packed the unworn luxury items to give away?

Those clothes were priceless, many custom-made one-of-a-kind pieces you couldn't buy even with money.

Even secondhand, they sold at a markup because of their collectible value, which only grew over time.

Each piece was a unique creation from top designers, worth a fortune.

In any other home, they'd be locked in a special display cabinet.

But Sherry had just hung them in rows like ordinary off-the-rack outfits, as if they were cheap, mass-produced items—nothing like real designer masterpieces.

Seeing those priceless garments treated so casually made Julia's heart ache.

Sherry had no idea how to value such luxury. Julia refused to admit there were simply too many to bother displaying.

Lucas was so wealthy that he didn't even think twice about them.

Sherry lived better than Julia had at her peak in Keiperian.

That was why she'd set her sights on Lucas. Who wouldn't want a life like that, treated like a princess?

Yet Sherry, someone so worthless, had beaten her to it.

I should be the one living here.