Chapter 220

Frank couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Edith changing her ID than just avoiding detection.

Phoebe replied, “It was so she could both leech off your luck and steal from Brenda. She and Brenda are actually tied. When Brenda’s luck declines, Edith’s luck increases.”

No wonder Phoebe had felt an inexplicable sense of unease the first time. It turned out Edith’s role was even more significant than Siena’s—she was operating on both fronts.

And it was no wonder Brenda hated Edith so much. Brenda had gone through a long stretch of misfortune in the past. Back when she was at Ophelia’s maternal home, she had suffered quite a bit. Even after moving in next door to Edith, she kept encountering unlucky incidents. It was only after taking Percival’s advice that Brenda’s grandfather had found a horoscope artifact to suppress the bad luck. Slowly, things started returning to normal.

Phoebe had always had a gut feeling that in her past life, after she died, Brenda would have followed the same fate. Now, it seemed almost certain.

Brenda was shocked. She pointed at herself and asked, “Wait… so I’m the one actually tied to Edith?”

Phoebe nodded. “Yes.”

At first, she hadn’t wanted Brenda to know too much; she was worried it would be dangerous. But who would’ve thought that Brenda had already been dragged into the mess just like her? Since there was no way to escape, they had no choice but to face it together.

In hindsight, Phoebe had never considered that Edith and Brenda could be caught in a direct battle for luck.

Brenda let out a dry laugh. “Wow. No wonder we’re best friends—we both got screwed over by men, both got tied to people stealing our luck, and worst of all, our enemies are our own sisters.”

Hearing this, both Reece and Frank looked a little uncomfortable.

Frank cleared his throat awkwardly. “Brenda, don’t talk nonsense. When were you ever screwed over by a man?”

Brenda shot him a cold smirk. “Wasn’t it you?”

Frank immediately denied it. “I never screwed you over. Absolutely not.”

Brenda sneered, “Well, in my book, you did.” Then she mocked, “Serves you right. You kept a ticking time bomb by your side, thinking you could use her to go after your dad and stepmother. But in reality, she’s been treating you like a power bank—draining your luck whenever she wants. One day, when the time is right, she’ll suck your luck dry, and you’ll be left as nothing but a withered old tree!”

Frank was speechless. That really made him feel awkward. He had to admit—he’d overestimated himself before. But who would’ve thought about fate—stealing in a normal situation? He had only known that Edith had a horoscope master backing her, which meant it would be easy for her to deal with Brenda. That was why, until he was confident he could take down Faith’s backer, he hadn’t dared to confirm his relationship with Brenda—or even treat her too well. He had thought he was protecting her.

But at the same time, he had liked her too much to let her stay in the country, worried that some other man would steal her away. So he lured her into following him abroad, making her work and live by his side. Yet in front of Edith, he had deliberately ignored her. Thinking back on it now, he really had been stupid, just like Reece.

Frank sighed and nodded. “You’re right. I deserved it.” He had thought he was in control, but in reality, he was being played. The whole time, there was another layer of the game he didn’t even see. He almost wanted to cry from frustration.

Reece, however, was focused on something else. “Wait a minute,” he said suddenly, turning to Brenda. “You just said you and Phoebe are the same. Does that mean Phoebe also has that relationship?”

Brenda glanced at Phoebe. Seeing that Phoebe didn’t seem to care whether the three men knew, she nodded. “Yes.”

Reece’s eyes shrank slightly. He hesitated, then asked, “That person… it’s not Sienna, is it?” Besides Sienna, he couldn’t think of anyone else.

Brenda raised an eyebrow. “Wow, when did you get so smart?”

Reece was speechless. His expression darkened, and he muttered, “How could this happen…?” That meant that when he had helped Sienna, he had almost played a part in stealing Phoebe’s luck! His heart clenched with guilt. What the hell had he done!

Unable to hold it in, he looked at Phoebe, deeply remorseful. “I’m sorry!”

Phoebe shot him a cold glance. “I have no use for those three words anymore.” Meaning—it was too late.

Reece felt even worse, but he had no idea how to fix it.

Leon, who had been processing all of this, finally snapped out of his shock. “So… Sienna coming to my family… was all arranged?” He hesitated, then asked, “Does that mean her birth date and time are actually the same as Phoebe’s?”

The Jenkins family had taken Sienna in because their horoscope master had suggested it. They were told it would help them find their real daughter. Even changing her name to Phoebe’s old name, Sienna, was meant to “balance fate.” The master had even recommended changing her birthday to match Phoebe’s—to ensure that Phoebe wouldn’t die unexpectedly and could live more smoothly outside the family. Leon’s parents had agreed and had helped alter Sienna’s ID and birthdate accordingly. So in his mind, Sienna’s real birthdate was different from Phoebe’s—she had just taken her place. But now, according to Phoebe and Brenda, everything they had been told was a lie.

Phoebe confirmed, “Yes. She was born just minutes after me, but still within the same hour. And the reason she took my name, my birthday—it was all just another way to steal my luck.”

Leon said, “So for all these years, your family has been played for fools by Sienna and the people backing her? She also deformed and framed the truth about her and Sienna’s birth chart.”

If they weren’t warned, they’d probably end up helping the enemy without even realizing it. And if she wanted to stop the mastermind, she needed their control over the Jenkins, Hill, and Harvey families. That meant stopping their children from stealing, siphoning, and also influencing them.

Leon’s face changed. “Are you sure?” He had never imagined that Sienna’s arrival had been part of a scheme.

Phoebe shrugged. “Believe it or not. But while I’ve had my luck stolen, you all aren’t any better off.” Then she gave Leon a mocking smile and said, “To put it simply—you guys are just well-fed pigs waiting for slaughter. When the time is right, you’ll be the next ones to be drained dry.”

Leon was speechless. That comparison… But if it was true, then he needed to consider his next move.