Chapter 153: A Sour Bitterness Welled Up in Denise Carver's Heart

A sour bitterness welled up in Denise Carver's heart.

Among the three Whitmore brothers, the eldest Daniel Whitmore was undoubtedly the most successful. As the CEO of a listed company, he had long since left ordinary people like them far behind.

Her own family came next. Though Howard Carver couldn't compare to his eldest brother, he was still a manager at an inspection company with an annual salary over $300,000. Combined with her secure government job at the power bureau and their daughter Tessa landing a stable position, they lived quite comfortably.

The youngest brother's family was the most pitiful.

What good was graduating from Ashford University? He'd still ended up as just an ordinary high school teacher in their hometown, too rigid-minded to earn extra income. And Helen Whitmore was a complete joke—calling herself a "writer" while being essentially unemployed.

All these years and she hadn't published a single decent book, let alone sold any film rights. Never even held a book signing—what kind of writer was that?

"Stay-at-home" would be more accurate!

This hierarchy had been perfect... until now. How could the youngest brother's family possibly afford a villa? And in Waverly Pearl—the most exclusive development in the neighboring city?

Her own parents had scrimped their whole lives just to buy a tiny apartment. What right did the youngest brother's family have?

"Howard, what's your youngest brother been up to lately? Anything unusual?"

"How should I know?"

"Aren't you his own brother?"

"We barely interact—you're the one who told me to keep my distance."

Denise fell silent.

She had indeed avoided associating with the youngest brother's family. Who wanted to socialize with people beneath them? She'd been afraid Helen might ask to borrow money!

"Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"Your brother's family quietly bought a villa. Aren't you curious?"

Howard went quiet.

Of course he was curious.

It was downright bizarre!

Like a beggar suddenly becoming a millionaire—who wouldn't want to know how?

"Didn't Helen say Clara bought it..."

"Ha! Where would a girl like Clara Whitmore get that kind of money? Selling herself?"

"Don't be disgusting!"

Wait...

Money from selling herself.

Why hadn't she thought of that?

Denise's eyes lit up, her face twisting with disdain even as jealous sparks flickered in her pupils.

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number—

"Claire? Are you busy?"

"What is it, Denise?"

"I went to look at Waverly Pearl today. Guess who I saw?"

Claire sounded disinterested. "Who?"

"Your sister-in-law Helen and Clara!"

"They were house-hunting too?"

"House-hunting? They bought a villa outright!"

"...What?" Claire wondered if she'd misheard.