He Chose the So-Called Sister Chapter 413: You Mean He's Giving Her Things Away?

"What are you standing here for?" Heather glanced around. "The Harrisons really don't hire enough help. How does someone like Sherry even get to stay in a room like this?"

Julia could hear the bitterness in her tone. What did she have to be jealous of?

Heather was Irene's daughter, a generation above Lucas, technically his aunt.

But she was only 29, around the same age as Julia.

Most of the Harrison family wealth had been divided to her branch.

She was filthy rich, with everything handed to her without lifting a finger. Julia couldn't deny she envied her.

If Lucas' parents weren't capable of making money themselves, they wouldn't even be as rich as Irene.

As Irene's only daughter, Heather was spoiled beyond measure.

Why would she be jealous of anyone?

Unless...

Heather cut off Julia's wandering thoughts. "I noticed Lucas' things are gone too. That bitch Sherry didn't drag him off somewhere with her, did she?

"How dare she do that? She has no idea how much Lucas has sacrificed for... for the family. He nearly gave his life for it."

"There's no way Sherry's off traveling with Lucas," Julia said, her voice steady and confident.

"Then explain why both their clothes are missing." Now that she knew Julia wanted Lucas, all her fondness for her was gone.

"Lucas' job often takes him out of town," Julia replied, sounding as if she knew him intimately. "As for Sherry's clothes... you'll probably see them on someone else soon enough."

After the two of them walked off, Heather finally caught on. "You mean he's giving her things away?"

She planted her hands on her hips, defiant. "You think you know Lucas that well? He would never regift something he gave to someone else."

Heather hadn't seen how valuable the items in that room really were, so she felt no jealousy—only that they were a pile of junk.

Even if she had known their worth, she still would have refused to believe Lucas capable of such a thing.

"Everyone has exceptions. Especially a man in love. He can turn completely upside down and do anything for romance."

Heather clearly believed her, her nails digging into her palms without her noticing.

Julia let out a slow breath, understanding Heather perfectly. "It won't be long before those dresses show up on another woman."

Julia wasn't worried.

"Whoever Lucas gives them to, those gowns will end up with me eventually. A pretty face goes a long way, and that's all men really care about. Status comes second."

It felt like a jab at Heather, and she bristled. "None of that matters. What matters is what Lucas wants. He doesn't play by the rules, and he hates cheap, fake women."

Julia refused to back down. "We'll see who's right."

Heather lifted her chin. "Fine. A lifelong connection can't lose to some random newcomer."

"Lifelong connection?" Julia almost laughed out loud. "True. But if I marry into the family, I'll be calling you Aunt."

That one sentence pushed Heather over the edge.

How dare this fool compare herself to her?

While the two bickered over Lucas, Sherry was already on a plane to Keiperian.

This place was painted like a nightmare to her. Wendy's bad deeds were always brushed aside, just because people bragged she'd studied in Keiperian.

It made her sound superior to a housewife like Sherry, like she'd been plated in gold.

It was Sherry's first time here. Lucas had probably been before, but the Harrison Group had no business here. The place was chaotic, so they had to be careful.

Still, Lucas had sent word to Yelena, so she and the others wouldn't panic.

Luckily, they often went half a month without seeing each other for work, so no one would grow suspicious.

Once they'd settled that, the two checked into a luxury hotel.

The moment they walked in, a beautiful young woman ran straight toward Lucas.

She was bright and sweet, like a fresh strawberry, and threw herself straight into his arms.

"Lucas!"

Her voice was sugary sweet, nothing like the people who usually kept their distance from him.

Even now, his demeanor was unchanged—cold and distant, as if telling everyone to stay away.

An air hostess had recognized him earlier but quickly backed away from his glare.