Chapter 312
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With the backpack slung over her shoulder, one hand carrying the box and the other holding Patrick’s, Brenna briskly entered the Harper Group building.
The first floor was extravagantly decorated, with a distinct modern, technological feel.
Behind a one-meter-high reception desk stood four young receptionists, two men and two women.
“Hello, welcome!” said one of the female receptionists warmly.
“I’m Brenna Harper, here to give a lecture today. You’ve probably already been informed of this,” Brenna said.
The receptionist glanced at Patrick, who looked quite fashionable, dressed entirely in black, complete with a backpack, sunglasses, and neatly styled hair. He exuded a cool confidence.
She smiled at him and said, “Hello there. You’re pretty handsome.”
Patrick grinned and charmingly winked at the receptionist. “Hello, Miss. You’re so beautiful.”
The receptionist replied, “Thank you.”
Brenna felt somewhat resigned, pondering where Patrick had picked up such behavior. It seemed that any time he encountered an attractive woman, he would eagerly introduce himself. Just yesterday, while they had been out, he had even added two young girls on WhatsApp.
The receptionist said warmly, “Miss Harper, the lecture is on the thirty-third floor. Is this your son? He’s quite the charmer!”
Before Brenna could correct her, a male receptionist interjected, “What are you saying? Miss Harper is our chairman’s daughter, and she’s not married.”
The female receptionist quickly responded, “I’m sorry, Miss Harper. I was unaware of that.”
Brenna just nodded, not particularly bothered by her earlier words.
She then led Patrick towards the elevator.
On the way, Patrick curiously asked Brenna, “Mommy, does the Harper Group belong to your family?”
Brenna glanced around and noticed the receptionists staring oddly at them. She calmly said to Patrick, “You need to call me Brenna when we are outside. You can only call me Mommy when we are alone.” She playfully tapped his nose. “Got it?”
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The female receptionist who had initially greeted Brenna captured this moment. She shared the photo with the Harper Group’s PR manager and also posted it in the company’s internal group chat with the caption, “A trendy, cool, and confident little boy.”
The group chat, which included two thousand employees, was immediately filled with replies.
Brenna had no idea this was happening. She took Patrick and rode the elevator with many people up to the thirty-third floor.
Among the people were employees from the Harper Group, and a few quietly snapped photos of the two without them noticing. In the company’s group chat, someone stirred things up. “Isn’t that the chairman’s daughter? She already has a child?”
“Did she have a kid at eighteen?”
“I heard that child call her ‘Mommy.’”
“Wow, really?”
“And she’s engaged to Mr. Mitchell, who doesn’t even know about the child’s existence.”
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