Chapter 499
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Brenna’s eyes darted to her registered alias, “Night,” on the screen. “Could you please stay away from me?” she said to Isabella, tired of the incessant taunts.
Isabella’s laughter echoed, drawing Vivian and Rosie back. They all sat near Brenna. Rosie had grown more astute. Unlike Isabella, she didn’t mock Brenna carelessly. Instead, she talked to her like a close friend, subtly probing for information.
Rosie said, “What Isabella said was harsh, but she’s not wrong. Do you really know how to race, Brenna? Racing is a world apart from regular driving. A race car is much more agile and tougher to control than a family car. You shouldn’t risk it just for—”
Though she said that, she secretly hoped Brenna would insist on racing out of pride and get into a car crash.
With a sinister glint in her eyes, she stared at Brenna, but Brenna’s expression remained cold. Rosie shook Brenna’s arm. “Are you even listening to me?”
Brenna recognized Rosie’s ploy. Without looking at her, she replied, “I’ve raced before, so you don’t need to worry. There’s no one out there who can beat me.”
Isabella couldn’t help but snicker, and even Vivian scoffed derisively.
Vivian leaned in, a smirk on her face. “Interesting. You can boast all you want, but I just saw Mr. Mitchell talking with another woman.”
Brenna glanced up. “Another woman? Who?”
Vivian’s smirk widened. “So you’re pretending to be indifferent about Mr. Mitchell, but you care more about him than you let on. The Harpers are powerful, but compared to the Hewitts, your family’s influence pales. Miss Hewitt is the better match for Mr. Mitchell. She’s the one who truly deserves to stand beside him.”
Arrogance dripped from every word Vivian spoke, her expression tinged with mockery.
Brenna processed this revelation. “Ethan is with Jade now?”
𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭: gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗼𝗺
Vivian raised an eyebrow. “Obviously. What do you expect? Do you really think you’re irreplaceable to Mr. Mitchell? Jade outshines you in every aspect—heritage, achievements, everything.”
She then thrust her phone forward, showing Brenna a photo of Ethan and Jade standing together near the floor-to-ceiling windows. But they maintained a respectful distance in the public setting.
Brenna looked away from the phone, unbothered. Even as his girlfriend, she couldn’t dictate whom Ethan spoke to.
Vivian frowned at her calm demeanor. “Your man might just walk away from you. Doesn’t that concern you?”
“They were just having a conversation. Hardly worth worrying about.” Brenna returned her focus to the tablet, refusing to take the bait.
Vivian said, “Mr. Mitchell smiled at her! Didn’t you notice? He smiled at Miss Hewitt. That could be a sign of affection. You’re about to be tossed aside!”
Isabella couldn’t fathom why Brenna remained composed despite Vivian’s jabs. Then, a sudden realization struck her. Brenna’s indifference could only mean one thing—she didn’t genuinely love Ethan; she was just with him for his money.
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