The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 815:noveldrama

Ethan earlier had deeply upset Brenna with the way he conducted business. With his status, did he really need to lower himself to negotiate with people like Percy? Surely, he wasn’t in need of money. Couldn’t he just walk away from such business partners? What could possibly justify going to a place like that?

“I’m fine,” Brenna said. “I’m going to shower and get rid of these clothes.” Her words were clipped, her mood souring with every passing thought. Helping Ethan didn’t mean she wasn’t furious with him.

She felt as though the stench of that room still clung to her. The man in white had made her skin crawl. Out of everyone she’d ever encountered, he was by far the most repulsive. A wave of disgust swept through Brenna.

Julia’s eyes dropped to Brenna’s clothes—a sharp khaki trench layered over an elegant beige dress. She remembered that the outfit was brand new, something Brenna had bought only days ago.

“It seems such a shame. These are gorgeous,” Julia murmured.

“They’re tainted. Throw them away,” Brenna said, her tone leaving no room for discussion. She stepped into her room and began to remove her clothes. From the wardrobe, Julia quietly pulled out a bathrobe and handed it over before stepping out to give Brenna some privacy.

Not long after, Brenna’s voice rang out from behind the door. “You can come in now.”

Julia returned, gathered the discarded clothes, and turned to leave without another word.

Brenna stopped her and said, “Everything I just wore, throw it all away.”

Though she didn’t know exactly what had happened, Julia could sense something serious had gone down. Brenna’s angry expression was enough to silence any questions. Quietly, Julia gathered the undergarments and tights left on the bed. She hesitated. Tossing them out like this didn’t sit right with her; what if some creep found them?

“I’ll cut them to pieces first before throwing them away,” Julia said.

Brenna gave a nod and disappeared into the bathroom.

After her shower, Brenna noticed a message from Ethan. It was a photo of a private room in another upscale club. The room was empty except for Ethan, Percy, and their respective bodyguards.

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She didn’t reply.

Soon after, a knock sounded on the door, and Julia stepped inside. Spotting Brenna in a noticeably better mood, she gave her an update. “I cut everything into tiny scraps and got rid of them. No one’s picking those up.”

Meanwhile, Ethan sat stiffly across from Percy, mid-negotiation, but his mind wasn’t fully present. His eyes kept darting to his phone. Half an hour had passed, and still no response from Brenna.

Worry gnawed at him. Maybe she was upset that he’d gone to that place for business. Or maybe it wasn’t just anger—perhaps she was rethinking everything. She might want to break up with him.

He knew Brenna’s standards well. To her, integrity mattered far more than wealth or power. And right now, he wasn’t sure he lived up to the man she had believed him to be.

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