Fake Heiress Real Trouble (Sienna) novel Chapter 93

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A young woman with curves that turned heads, glamorous makeup, and a sultry vibe strutted out from the crowd, her sharp stilettos tapping confidently across the floor.

The dazzling lights made her stand out even more, her whole presence impossible to ignore.

That fiery red miniskirt she wore was pure attitude–blazing and loud, daring anyone to look away.

And the way she held herself, every glance and every smirk, was pure arrogance–she owned her boldness, and she wanted everyone to know it.

The first thing Jessica noticed was the bag the woman was carrying. It was Yara Bloom’s latest limited edition, just released two days ago, and already fetching a jaw–dropping six million dollars at auction.

That was a luxury Jessica couldn’t even dream of owning.

Who the hell is this woman?‘ Jessica thought to herself.

“Gloria?” Ernest narrowed his eyes, the cold edge in his voice making his stare even sharper as he fixed it on her. “Just what are you getting at?”

This woman was none other than Gloria Tillery–the infamous party queen of Orlathis City, a wild child born to the richest family in town.

Gloria curled her full lips into a smirk, shooting Sienna and Sophie a look that was pure disdain.

Then, turning her head toward Ernest, her eyes done up in glamorous makeup, she gave him a sultry, teasing look.

Her full lips curved into a confident, almost daring smile. “Of course, I mean it literally.”

She lifted her hand, her red manicured nails flashing as she pulled out a gold–embossed magnetic card and waved it casually. “The Shadowline Club’s got a real showstopper–the Shadow. In terms of performance, it’s every bit as good as Skye’s Ghost, maybe even better.”

She arched a brow, her smile flirtatious as ever. “So, Ernest, wanna take it for a spin?”

She tossed out the offer like it was nothing, as if she was handing over some cheap little gadget instead of a high–end racer worth 30 million dollars–the same league as the Ghost.

Her attitude screamed pure arrogance. She acted like nothing and no one here could possibly impress her.

Jessica could tell the moment Gloria walked in that she had her sights set on Ernest, and she wasn’t hiding it, especially with that face, all bold and gorgeous, and the designer outfit that screamed money.

Alarm bells went off in Jessica’s head. She quickly slipped her arm through Ernest’s, shooting Gloria a hostile look as she whispered, “Ernest, who is she? A car that can go toe–to–toe with the Ghost? That’s gotta be worth 30 million dollars, easy. Why would she just hand it over like it’s nothing?”

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Ernest’s brow furrowed, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face.

Jessica had latched right onto his injured arm, not noticing how much it hurt.

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And when he shifted just a bit, she only clung tighter, like she was scared to let go for even a second.

He grimaced, trying hard not to show how much it stung.

But with the crowd watching–and especially with Gloria’s eyes locked shamelessly onto him–he had no choice but to tough it out and pretend nothing was wrong.

He forced himself to keep a straight face, his eyes cold and unreadable. “Gloria, why are you helping me?”

Gloria finally glanced at Jessica like she’d just noticed her, her sharp, colorful brows arching with pure swagger and utter contempt. “Do I ever owe anyone an explanation for what I do?”

She paused, let out a playful, almost dismissive laugh, flicked her wavy hair with that effortless charm, and let her eyes linger boldly on Ernest’s face, making sure everyone saw just who was in control.

Her laughter was soft and coquettish, her voice edged with playful provocation. “If you’re so nervous, and just won’t let it go without a reason, then sure, I’ll give you one.”

“Me? I just love watching the chaos… The bigger the scene, the more I wanna be right in the center of it.”

“I’ve hung around Phantom Bay for years, and not one person’s ever had the guts to lay down the Light the Lamp Challenge. This is the first, and honestly, I think it’s kinda thrilling.”

Gloria paused for a beat, then sent Ernest a smile so sly and seductive you could almost feel the temperature in the room rise.

That grin was the kind that could turn any basic guy into a complete fanboy–total brain melt zone.

Even Ernest found himself a little dazed, his usual icy stare wavering for a split second as he took in Gloria’s knockout looks–something unfamiliar flickered across his eyes, and he couldn’t help but feel thrown off.

Jessica felt her guard shoot up instantly, heart thudding with alarm. She bit her lip defensively, voice dripping with skepticism. “So you’re really just here for the drama? Is that it?”

No way. Like I’d ever believe that, Jessica scoffed to herself, eyes narrowing in doubt.

That woman was acting like some fox–flirty and full of it, strutting around and showing off like she owned

the room.

‘She’s so obviously trying to reel Ernest in!‘ Jessica fumed, her outrage flaring stronger by the second.

Gloria clicked her tongue, barely hiding her impatience.

She shot Jessica a sidelong look, all contempt. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t buy it. So whatever, let’s just play by the rules.”

Gloria flashed a sly, knowing smile, her eyes locked onto Ernest, full of suggestion. “So, per the Phantom Bay

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Burning Lamp Challenge rules–if you win. Chost is yours Me. I’m not asking for much After you’ve won, just let me borrow it for a month. I want to experience the thrill of Skye’s ride. That’s not unreasonable,

Honestly, that wasn’t unreasonable at all.

I was just an easy excuse Gloria had made up on the spot.

Ernest’s cold gare sharpened for a second–her meaning couldn’t have been clearer, and he knew exactly what Gloria was getting at.

The way she looked at him was so bold that it left zero room for misunderstanding.

She didn’t really care about the car. Borrowing it was just an excuse.

Anyone with eyes could see she was into me, Ernest thought, unable to ignore how obvious her intentions

were.

“Sure. Ernest replied, cool and unfazed.

Gloria’s smile grew even bolder, radiating pure attitude. “Now that’s what I call decisive, Ernest.”

But then, with a mischievous turn in her smile, Gloria kept her tone light but her eyes were sly. “Of course, if you lose. Ernest, Shadow isn’t just a loan anymore–it’s the winner’s trophy. And if it comes to that, you’ll have to cough up its full market price.”

Full market price? Are you kidding?‘ Jessica’s heart jumped, panic starting to build.

That’s seriously 30 million dollars?!‘ she thought, mind scrambling at the insane stakes.

Ernest’s brow creased, the confidence clear in his tone. “There’s no way I’m going to lose.”

“Well, what can you do–your girlfriend’s got zero faith in me, acting like I’m plotting to snatch you away.” Gloria shrugged with a sly smirk. “Guess we’ll have to spell out the rules early, just so she can chill.”

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