Chapter 164
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Brenna frowned. The fact that Ethan was close to someone like Jayceon made her question his character as well. Without hesitation, she yanked her arm free from Ethan’s and dramatically slipped off the ring from her finger, tossing it at him.
Her voice was cold as ice. “Of course. I know him. I could recognize him anywhere.”
Jayceon, perceptive as ever, had already noticed the hostility in her eyes. Under normal circumstances, he would have confronted anyone speaking to him that way. But this was different—Brenna was Ethan’s fiancée, the daughter of the influential Harper family. He had to tread carefully.
“Miss Harper, have I done anything to offend you?” he asked cautiously.
Brenna scoffed, her eyes burning with anger and disdain. “Ellie Moore. Remember that name? Have you ever wondered how she has been all these years?”
She instinctively reached for her phone to show him pictures of Ellie and her son, but then remembered—she was wearing an evening gown with no pockets. Her phone wasn’t with her.
Her cold stare drilled into Jayceon, seeing him as nothing more than a heartless jerk.
Jayceon’s confident smirk vanished instantly. The carefree air around him disappeared as his expression stiffened. With a frown, he shoved the woman he was with aside and stepped closer to Brenna. “Where is Ellie?” he asked.
Brenna took satisfaction in his reaction. “I have no idea. You seem to be enjoying yourself just fine with other women, so why are you even asking about her now? What does she mean to you anyway?” she said.
Ethan was puzzled. He knew Jayceon had once been deeply in love with a woman who had mysteriously disappeared. For years, Jayceon had spared no effort searching for her, asking his people to look all over the world, yet no trace had ever surfaced.
𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧽ⱼ𝗰𝗈𝗺
Over the years, Jayceon had been with many women, but each one bore some resemblance to that woman—whether in their eyes, the shape of their nose, the curve of their lips, or the way they carried themselves.
“Brenna, if you know something about that woman, just tell him,” Ethan said gently.
Brenna glared at him. “I do not know anything!”
Without sparing Ethan another glance, she strode away to join her parents and brothers as they greeted guests.
The woman beside Jayceon took the opportunity to approach him again, her voice soft and coy. “Jayceon…”
“Get lost,” Jayceon snapped, his tone low and menacing. The woman stiffened before quickly walking away in defeat.
Jayceon looked both frustrated and desperate. But beneath the pain, a spark of hope ignited in his eyes. Turning to Ethan, he said urgently, “She must know where Ellie is. You have to help me ask her about her whereabouts.”
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