Chapter 931
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Isabella clutched her phone tightly, her eyes locked on the messaging app. She typed out a message to Denis, but soon deleted it.
Denis had always showered her generously with money; this abrupt withdrawal clearly indicated deeper trouble. If she contacted him now, someone might notice, and it could put her in danger.
Yet, the enormous financial loss gnawed persistently at her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that her future hung by a thread now. She urgently needed to find a new, wealthy protector.
Ethan strolled out of the elevator, a grin on his lips as he spoke into his phone. “You haven’t had lunch, right? We brought your favorite food. I’ll wait for you at your office.”
It was already two in the afternoon, but Brenna had remained at the auction house for hours, missing her lunch. Not wanting her to go hungry, Ethan had picked up takeout and made his way over to her office as soon as possible.
Across the lobby, Greta spotted Ethan. She reached into her drawer for a mirror, giving her reflection a quick once-over. Convinced she looked presentable, she slipped the mirror away and offered him a courteous smile. “Mr. Mitchell, Ms. Harper is not here at the moment. Is there anything you need?”
The takeout bag Ethan was holding caught her attention; it had the logo of a famous restaurant. Jealousy pricked at Greta, and she looked away almost as soon as she noticed it.
She couldn’t help but wonder who the food was for.
Offering no answer, Ethan moved straight into Brenna’s office. He set the meal on her desk and quietly settled into a chair. Greta followed him inside.
“It’s nothing urgent. Brenna is still busy at the auction house and hasn’t eaten, so I brought something for her,” Ethan finally said.
Greta blinked in surprise, pleased by how patiently Ethan answered her. Most days, he was cold and didn’t talk much. Yet now, he seemed to be in a good mood, open to conversation. Maybe, she thought, this was her chance to chat with him. Since Brenna was nowhere in sight, and nobody knew when she might return, Greta wondered what topic would be safe to bring up.
She knew better than to talk about herself. Curiosity tugged at her, fueled by all the talk circulating the office. Whispers about Ethan and Gracie’s supposed romance never seemed to die down. Greta couldn’t help but wonder if those rumors held any truth. Maybe she would finally get some answers now.
A decision was formed in her mind.
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“Mr. Mitchell, things seemed hectic for you yesterday. Word around here is that the Mitchell Group has a new executive, a founding member who just stepped in as vice president. People have been talking about it quite a bit. Even Brenna mentioned hearing rumors…”
She stopped there, letting her words linger in the air, hoping Ethan would take the bait.
Confidence surged through her; she was certain Ethan would catch her meaning.
Sure enough, Ethan’s expression softened a little, and curiosity flickered in his eyes. “Which rumors are you talking about?”
Feigning hesitation, Greta glanced away. She wore an uneasy smile, as if deciding whether to tell him or not.
Ethan’s tone grew cold, pressing her to continue. “Tell me.”
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