Chapter 181
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Sylvie and Vivian, who had witnessed Ethan’s proposal to Brenna the previous night, had orchestrated this entire scenario. Their plan was simple: disgrace Brenna tonight and make her unacceptable to Ethan. They hadn’t expected Ethan to arrive unexpectedly.
“Want me to handle this for you?” Ethan’s voice was sharp with fury, making it clear to everyone how enraged he was by the men’s failed attempt to intimidate Brenna.
His fists clenched tightly, knuckles cracking audibly. His face was a mask of rage. “Take them down,” Brenna commanded.
Ethan’s eyes scanned the room, quickly noting the seven men standing at the entrance, their expressions hostile. Among them, Harlan had even dared to lay a hand on Brenna.
His gaze turned icy as he fixed Harlan with a glare.
The moment Harlan caught Ethan’s cold stare, he hesitated, awkwardly withdrawing his hand and forcing a nervous smile. “Mr. Mitchell…” he muttered uneasily.
Without warning, he slapped himself twice—each sharp sound echoing in the room. Trying to recover, he forced a smile and said, “Mr. Mitchell, it’s all just a misunderstanding. Please don’t take it the wrong way.”
Harlan knew well of Brenna’s connection to Ethan and feared him. He had only attacked Brenna assuming Ethan’s interest in her was temporary. He believed if others hurt her, Ethan would lose interest and discard her easily.
What he hadn’t anticipated was Ethan showing up in person before he could harm Brenna. He didn’t know Ethan owned the bar.
Nervously chuckling, Harlan hurried to explain, “Mr. Mitchell, I swear we were just joking with Miss Harper. Sylvie and Vivian invited us to apologize to her, but she refused to accept. We were only trying to mediate.”
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖈𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗮 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶𝖼𝗈𝗺
Ethan’s expression stayed cold as he fixed Harlan with a sharp look. “You must be bold—or foolish—to think you could lay a hand on my woman,” he said sharply.
He pulled Brenna into his embrace and gently patted her shoulder. “You’re safe now. I’m here to protect you.”
Brenna could have handled the situation herself—she was more than capable of making these men grovel—but there was a certain comfort in letting someone else fight for her. The feeling of protection was good.
“They tried to force me to drink earlier. The drinks were spiked,” Brenna said calmly, as if she hadn’t just been cornered and forced to drink.
She lifted a slender finger, pointing directly at Sylvie and Vivian. “Especially those two—they were the worst,” she added.
Sylvie and Vivian instinctively retreated behind the young men, but those men now looked at them with disdain. If not for their foolish claim—
Ethan’s feelings for Brenna were not fleeting, and he cared deeply for her. If his true affection had been for Rosie, no one would have dared treat Brenna with such disrespect.
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