Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 32

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Chase thought to himself, ‘Is Whitney really going to act like she doesn’t even know me anymore? Is she trying to cut ties with the Anderson family? Does she honestly think she doesn’t need us with Ryan backing her up?‘

Whitney’s eyes danced with even more mischief and sarcasm as she fluttered her lashes. “So do we actually know each other? What’s our relationship? Why don’t you answer that for us, Chase?”

“Whitney, you-” Chase was so furious he nearly spilled everything right then and there.

Suddenly, a pained groan echoed through the room. Emily clutched her stomach again, her face twisted in agony as she started retching and gagging.

Chase glanced at her. His mind snapped back to reality in an instant.

‘Is Whitney setting me up on purpose to expose the fact that we’re siblings?‘ he thought.

He thought he got it.

After all that time trying to please him and still failing to get his attention, Whitney was now using reverse psychology to force his hand.

Last night, she purposely kept the drone’s live stream going and tricked him into admitting he was her brother.

And now she was doing it again, making him confirm right in front of everyone that they were siblings.

‘So that’s what this is about, he thought. ‘Whitney really wants to be the Anderson family’s heiress. After everything, this is her real goal.’

His gaze turned even more sarcastic as he looked at Whitney. “Keep drearning. Someone like you and me? We’ll never have anything to do with each other.”

‘Does she really expect me to admit she’s the Anderson family’s heiress? Does she want me to be the one to hurt Emily?‘ Chase scoffed to himself. ‘What a joke. She’s wrong. The more she wants it, the more I’ll make sure she never gets it.’

Chase figured he had completely seen through Whitney’s plan and threw some biting sarcasm her way to really get under her skin.

He believed Whitney’s expression would be absolutely priceless. He could already imagine that classic look of regret and frustration on her face.

But as he stared at Whitney, her face stayed completely blank. She showed no emotion at all.

She even nodded with a sly, mocking smile. “Yeah, that’s right. We’re nothing to each

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other, so why would I save you? Honestly, even if you croak right here, it has nothing to do with me.”

Chase started coughing. He was so angry that his stomach hurt even worse.

‘Whitney really is here to get in my way,’ he thought, gritting his teeth and shooting daggers at her. ‘She actually wished me dead.

Whitney’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she glanced lazily at Nora beside her. “Come on, let’s go make you guys some breakfast.”

Nora’s eyes lit up right away. She grabbed Whitney’s arm. “Whitney rules. Love ya.”

They walked off together, laughing and joking.

Chase’s eyes practically burned with rage.

He felt like he was dying. He was throwing up, running to the bathroom, and starving on top of it all. And Whitney couldn’t have cared less. She was busy making breakfast for someone else and did not even think about making him anything.

‘Is this another one of her schemes to get me to admit she is the Anderson family’s heiress?‘ he thought. ‘Man, Whitney is always scheming.‘

As Whitney was getting breakfast ready, Darian grabbed his megaphone, made an announcement to everyone, and turned on the live stream.

All the guests were gathered in one spot now, so the live stream only had one big

screen.

Early risers logged in to catch the action. Then they realized Chase and Emily were missing from the stream.

Everyone in the chat started guessing. Maybe Chase and Emily got so hungry last night that they completely lost their minds. Or maybe they were so humiliated from

r yesterday that they couldn’t even show up on the stream today.

The gossip in the live chat kept rolling. The viewer count shot up.

Whitney already had breakfast ready to go. She’d gathered a wide variety of ingredients the night before, so she was fully stocked and ready for anything.

She made some simple spaghetti bolognese, but the mouthwatering aroma filled the whole place and instantly drew the attention of every other guest.

Elian, who had already made himself Whitney’s loyal sidekick, shamelessly sidled up. Whitney, look, you made so much spaghetti. You and Ryan can’t possibly finish it. If you leave it out, it’ll get mushy. I’m thinking…”

Whitney shot him a look. “So what do you think I made all this for?“.

Elian’s eyes sparkled, and he shouted, “Thank you“. Then he dashed over, grabbed a

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plate, and eagerly piled it high with spaghetti.

He piled on the savory minced meat sauce and took a huge bite. Life couldn’t get any better. His eyes squinted in pure bliss.

Everyone watching the stream was practically drooling. A few viewers even started asking if the scene was staged. They couldn’t believe simple spaghetti could taste that good.

The question had barely popped up in the chat when Henry, the old pro, wandered over. “Man, you guys are making this place smell so good. I can’t even focus on making my own breakfast. Mind if I try some?”

He eyed the spaghetti, looking totally desperate for a taste.

Whitney laughed, “I made a ton of spaghetti, Mr. Howard. If you are willing to help me finish it off, that would be perfect.”

Henry’s face lit up with a big, cheerful smile as he thanked her.

Elian quickly put down his own plate and rushed to serve Henry a generous helping. After all, Henry was the most experienced one among the ten of them.

Henry waved him off. “Go enjoy your food. I am here to mooch some spaghetti, not to be a guest.”

“It is not about being polite. I’m worried you will grab too much and I will not get any seconds,” Elian joked, but he still loaded up Henry’s plate with a mountain of spaghetti. The playful banter brought everyone a little closer.

After taking a bite, Henry’s eyes lit up. “Honestly, I thought you guys were hamming it up for the cameras, but Whitney’s cooking is legit. If she opened a restaurant, people would be lining up around the block.”

Elian puffed up with pride, chin held high. “You bet. We are talking about Whitney here. She is the real deal.”

“Mr. Howard, where is Bella?” Nora asked, looking up from her bowl. Since Henry and Bella were teamed up for last night’s food hunt, Nora brought it up offhandedly.

Before Henry could answer, Elian scoffed, “She is dead set on jumping on the Anderson family gravy train, aiming to become Mrs. Anderson. Like she would ever come over here for some food.”

He jerked his chin toward the other side of the camp. “See for yourselves.”

Everyone followed his gaze.

Bella was huddled up with Jason and Kayla, whispering about who knows what and throwing sneaky side glances in their direction every now and then.

When the three noticed everyone watching them, they quickly looked away and buried

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themselves in prepping their ingredients.

It was clear that the three of them had banded together and were sharing whatever food they had. Bella didn’t even bother to check with Henry or ask if he wanted in.

But after they pooled their stuff, all they had left were two pieces of bread, a sweet potato, and an ear of corn.

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