The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 784:

After some persuading, Lilith finally accepted the check.

Later that evening, when Brenna headed upstairs and checked her social media post, she noticed it had racked up likes from Ethan, Ellie, Thiago, and several of her coworkers. Ethan had sent her a message.

“My grandfather’s celebrating his birthday tomorrow. I want you to visit him with me.”

“Sure. What does he like? I’ll bring him gifts,” Brenna replied.

“No need for that. I’ve got it covered. If you still have that heart medicine of yours, bring that.”

“Got it. I still have a bit left,” Brenna replied, then immediately placed a call to Christopher to request some.

Christopher didn’t dare keep her waiting; he delivered the medicine to her soon. The next morning, Brenna headed to work as usual, planning to leave the company around ten with Ethan to visit his grandfather.

Thiago gave a quick knock before stepping into Brenna’s office.noveldrama

“All that attention just for a dinner welcoming Ernst’s girlfriend? The photos of your family dining with her have been plastered across every elite’s social feed.”

Brenna smiled and gestured for him to take a seat. “You’re missing the backstory. During that charity gala, a few people looked down on Lilith. Some of the socialites mocked her, said she wasn’t good enough for Ernst. Especially the ones who had their eye on him—they were the worst. We weren’t going to let her be humiliated like that.”

Thiago gave a thoughtful nod. “Ah, I see.”

From the hallway, Greta’s voice floated in. “Mr. Mitchell, good morning. Ms. Harper is talking to some man in her office now.”

Her words made Thiago pause. The way she phrased the situation was odd.

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Soon, Ethan stepped inside, dressed clean and sharp in a tailored suit. His mood was clearly upbeat as he nodded toward Thiago and sat down beside him.

“Congratulations on your wedding.”

Thiago smiled politely. “Thank you, Mr. Mitchell. You two heading out?”

Ethan returned the smile with a nod. “We are going to my grandfather’s birthday party.”

Rising from his chair, Thiago gave Brenna a nod. “Then I won’t hold you up. I’ll take care of those smart prosthetic arm orders. Looks like you’ve got your hands full.”

Brenna gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks.”

In the underground parking lot, Neville approached Ethan and Brenna with several neatly wrapped boxes and quickly began loading them into the trunk.

“Mr. Mitchell, everything you requested is here,” he said.

“Let’s go,” Ethan said as he held the car door open for Brenna, who stepped in and took her seat in the back.

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