Chapter 352
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The moment Brenna heard the name, something clicked. The officer who looked just like Ethan shared his last name.
But she couldn’t recall Ethan ever mentioning a brother. Wasn’t he an only child?
Then again, she wasn’t entirely sure. She had never really asked Ethan about siblings.
Kenny didn’t seem to mind Brenna’s staring. In fact, he looked rather pleased by it. Then, he formally introduced himself, saying, “My name’s Kenny Mitchell, captain of the second squadron of the flight team.”
The words snapped Brenna back to the present. Realizing she had lost her composure for a moment, she smiled awkwardly and explained, “Sorry. He looks just like a friend of mine. I was in a daze for a moment.”
Braeden chuckled and motioned toward the first seat on the right. “No need to apologize. Kenny does have a twin. You probably mistook him for his brother.”
The Mitchell family had deep roots in the military. Brenna had treated Vincent before and met a few of the Mitchell elders, but they had all been in civilian clothes at the time. She hadn’t thought to ask about their ranks or roles.
Looking at Kenny now, she figured he must be Ethan’s brother. She nodded slightly and asked Kenny, “Have you been stationed here for a long time?”
“Yes. I haven’t left here for six months,” Kenny answered.
Brenna nodded. Now, she understood that the man was not Ethan but his brother.
She made a mental note to ask Ethan about this later.
The meeting stretched on for six hours.
By the time Brenna stepped out of the conference room, it was already past five in the afternoon.
Braeden arranged for a helicopter to take Brenna back. When she returned to the studio, Tommy met her at the door with a worried look. He pointed toward her office. “Your foster mother’s here. She has been making a scene, saying she’s your mom. We told her you weren’t here, but she refused to leave. She said she’d wait for you no matter how long it took. She has been here since this morning and still won’t leave.”
Brenna’s mood soured. Ruby was like a shadow she couldn’t shake.
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She walked into her office and found Ruby seated in her chair, legs crossed and sipping coffee. She was casually flipping through the papers on the desk.
“Who said you could touch my documents?” Brenna asked with a cold expression.
Ruby shot up at once. The smugness on her face faded, replaced by a forced smile. She rushed over to Brenna’s side and said, “Brenna, where have you been? You’ve been out all day, and no one was with you. What if something happened to you?”
Brenna casually placed her backpack on her desk and sat down, seeming indifferent.
Ruby, clearly upset, approached her with a stern expression. “Why are you ignoring me? Remember, I am your mother. I raised you, and your current success is because of my sacrifices. You should show some gratitude to me.”
Brenna remained silent. She smoothly took out her laptop, opened it, and began to review the meeting notes from the Weapons Research Institute. The notes included pilot and engineer feedback, suggestions for improvement, and their experiences with various fighter jets. Her design drafts required significant revisions, including major changes to the design concepts.
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