Chapter 464
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So, Greta changed her plan, hoping to get close to Ethan through Brenna. Conveniently, her degree suited the role.
Brenna’s cool gaze swept over Greta, noticing the travel-wrinkled suit. She could tell Greta was fresh off the plane.
Brenna said, “Let’s have lunch first. Then we’ll talk.”
Greta turned to Ethan, keeping her expression calm despite the joy in her heart. “I hope I’m not interrupting you?” she asked carefully.
Ethan’s icy glance made his thoughts abundantly clear. She knew she was interrupting. And yet, here she was, wanting to join them for lunch anyway.
The Financial Building housed a variety of companies, employing thousands of people. The ground floor featured an assortment of dining options, and the nearby street, lined with more than a dozen office towers, boasted even more eateries. Restaurateurs clamored for space here, drawn by the generous salaries and strong spending power of the workforce. Brenna and her team were regulars at one particular buffet, and today was no different.
Ethan and Brenna filled their trays, selecting dishes side by side. Standing next to Ethan, Greta picked her food while discreetly observing his choices.
She noticed that his selections showed no clear pattern—no obvious preference in the variety on his plate.
Beneath his seemingly indifferent exterior, there was a thoughtful side. He even gently asked about Brenna’s preferences. This unexpected tenderness caused a flutter in Greta’s chest.
“Ethan, I have been looking everywhere for you.” Jade appeared suddenly and smoothly slid into the seat beside Ethan.
Ethan’s frosty gaze flickered with surprise. Jade’s tray looked like a carefully arranged painting, each dish placed precisely for visual appeal.
She sank into the chair with effortless grace, her quiet takeover executed without a hint of haste.
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Brenna simply took the empty seat across from Ethan, settling comfortably with no sign of annoyance.
Jade’s smile was sharp enough to cut glass. “Apologies, Miss Harper. I trust you don’t mind my choice of seat?”
“You can sit wherever you want,” Brenna replied, her voice as cold as the winter wind.
Greta’s nails dug into her palms. Who was this presumptuous intruder? This woman didn’t seem like a good person at all. She wasn’t worthy of sharing the same air as Ethan, let alone a table.
“That seat belongs to Brenna,” Greta’s composure cracked. “You should move.”
Ethan looked at Greta, his silence heavy with unspoken agreement. Greta had voiced what he couldn’t say.
Jade chuckled mockingly. “The grown-ups are talking. You shouldn’t interfere.” Her glance dismissed Greta as if she were insignificant.
“Brenna got here first!” Greta snapped, slamming her tray down and reaching out to pull Jade from the chair.
Brenna caught her wrist to stop her and said, “It’s just a seat. I’m perfectly fine sitting here.”
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