Chapter 1082
A male attendant met her at the door, greeting her with a polite nod while blocking her path. “Excuse me, are you Miss Brenna Harper?”
Without a pause, Brenna seized him by the collar. Her grip was shockingly strong for a woman. She yanked the man forward, dropping him to his knees, making him groan in pain.
She might look graceful, but her strength was something else.
Brenna’s voice was ice-cold. “Where is Ethan?”
The attendant shrank under her gaze and pointed shakily in a direction. “He’s at the front golf course.”
Brenna’s eyes narrowed. “If you’re lying, you’ll regret it.” She quickly strode inside.
Brenna’s bodyguard quickly walked over, shoving the attendant back to the floor before he could stand up. “Tell me now, what trap have you set for her?” The attendant cried out in pain, stunned by the bodyguard’s force. His arm twisted painfully, and fear filled his eyes.
Beyond the lobby stretched a pristine golf course and an artificial swimming pool, all sheltered beneath a clear dome that kept the air warm. Though the weather was still cool in early spring, people could wear thin swimsuits without feeling cold there.
Brenna’s attention landed on a shuttle parked near the green, with a small round table set nearby. White chairs dotted the lawn, creating an inviting scene. Despite the elegant surroundings, Waldo’s choice of clothing stood out for all the wrong reasons. He lounged on the grass in tight swim trunks, his body on full display, with rolls of fat showing. The sight was anything but appealing. Gracie lounged comfortably in a white circular chair, a glass of red wine in hand, her white knitted shawl draped loosely over her shoulders. She looked perfectly at ease.
“I don’t see anything wrong here,” Brenna muttered under her breath, puzzled as she hurried across the lawn toward Ethan.
Ethan caught sight of Brenna and moved to meet her. “You are here,” he said, his stride brisk.
Today, Ethan was dressed only in black swim trunks. His broad shoulders, toned chest, and well-defined abs were impossible to miss. Each confident step showed off his long, strong legs and charming presence.
For a split second, Brenna found herself staring until Ethan stopped in front of her, pulling her back to reality. She shot him an accusing glare.
“I tried calling you several times. You didn’t answer. I was starting to worry.”
“I was swimming and left my phone by the pool. I didn’t hear it ring.” Ethan caught the way Brenna’s eyes lingered on his body, and he smiled. “Do you like what you see?”
Brenna looked him up and down once more, even reaching out to run her fingers over his abs. “Not bad at all.”
Ethan’s chest swelled with pride at her words.
He reached for her hand, his touch gentle as he traced his thumb along her skin, already picturing what Brenna might look like in a swimsuit. “Why did you come here?”
Brenna shook off her distraction and slipped back into her calm, collected manner. “Gracie used your phone to send me a message, telling me to come.”
Before they could say more, Gracie sauntered over, dressed in a revealing bikini that highlighted every curve. Each step seemed designed to draw the eye. Waldo set down his golf club and followed, resting his hand on Gracie’s shoulder.