The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 770:

Greta had been eyeing those coffee cans for a while. She knew Brenna always drank this brand of coffee, and back before they had moved to the Mitchell Group’s headquarters, Brenna had once personally delivered these beans to Ethan.

She saw this as a rare opportunity to get close to Ethan.

“Lorna!” Greta called out softly, clutching a document as she approached with a warm smile. “I’m heading to the top floor. Let me drop those off for you; you don’t need to make the trip.”

Lorna glanced at the tote bag. She had plenty to prep for Brenna’s client meeting and was pressed for time.

“Thanks, that’s a big help,” she said, handing the bag to Greta.

Greta took it with a casual nod. “Happy to help.”noveldrama

Seeing no hint of suspicion from Lorna, she made a beeline for the elevator.

Inside, she lifted each can, tracing her fingers over them, savoring the moment. Knowing Ethan would soon touch them made her feel like they were sharing an intimate connection. The thought thrilled her.

She reached the top floor soon and stepped out to find the secretarial team already busy at their desks.

She only knew Neville, Rex, and Alani, but Neville and Rex weren’t around.

Alani sat at the outermost desk, engrossed in her work.

Greta approached. “Alani, is Mr. Mitchell in?”

She raised the tote bag slightly. “Brenna asked me to personally deliver these coffee beans to him.”

Alani glanced at the bag, offering a polite smile, though she found it odd. Normally, anything from Brenna’s team went to the secretarial department, not straight to Ethan. Coffee beans, especially—Ethan wouldn’t grind them himself. If Brenna sent beans, they would go to her, and she usually brewed the coffee for Ethan.

Still, Alani didn’t question it. “Mr. Mitchell is at a branch office this morning and won’t be at headquarters. Why don’t you leave them with me? I’ll make sure he gets them when he’s back.”

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Greta’s heart sank. She stole a glance at Alani’s notebook, hoping for a clue about Ethan’s schedule, but found nothing.

“Alright then,” she said, handing over the bag before turning to leave. The opportunity to get close to Ethan had slipped through her fingers.

What a pity.

Back at her desk, Greta pulled out her phone and began to search online for the coffee beans, determined to buy some and deliver them to Ethan herself next time.

She tried an image search, but she couldn’t find anything.

Frustration simmering, she glanced toward Brenna’s office, itching to ask her where the beans came from, but knowing she couldn’t.

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