Chapter 659
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Stepping out of the car, Elsa clutched her purse and fixed her eyes on the Mitchell Group’s looming front doors. From somewhere inside her bag, a muffled ringtone buzzed to life. With each step toward the building, her thoughts tangled around one central mission—teaching Brenna a lesson. She would kick Brenna out of the building. She didn’t want her anywhere near her son.
Several tactics flashed through her mind, but none felt quite right yet. She had no intention of causing a spectacle. That wasn’t her style. She just wanted her disdain toward Brenna to be clear, sharp, and public. She planned to strip Brenna of dignity in front of everyone at the Mitchell Group.
She didn’t just want Brenna gone. She wanted Brenna to feel humiliated enough to leave Ethan on her own. She had once been made a fool in front of the Russell family because of Brenna, and that wound still festered. Now, it was Brenna’s turn to feel that same burn. But that wasn’t the end of it. She had every intention of destroying Brenna’s reputation in the industry, too.
She reached into her bag, pulled out the ringing phone, and paused mid-step to take the call. “Mom?”
Belén’s shaky voice crackled on the line, “Oh dear… I’m not feeling well. Your brother’s not at home. Could you come over now?”
A jolt of panic tightened in Elsa’s chest. “Mom, what’s going on? Are you okay? Do I need to get an ambulance for you?”
At eighty-seven, Belén had the kind of health most people envied, but age had its risks. Elsa was still worried about her. “Don’t panic. I’m calling for help right now,” she said, anxiety rising.
Belén knew how to put on an act better than most actors. Her voice softened, just the right touch of frailty. “I’m just dizzy. And my fingers are tingling. Maybe it’s my blood pressure acting up again. Just come over.”
The Mitchell Group headquarters stood just ahead, its glass panels gleaming in the sun. Elsa stared at the building, her fingers twitching with the urge to storm inside. But then, she thought of Belén. If something happened to her mother while she was busy confronting Brenna, she would live with regret forever.
After thinking for a while, she made a decision. She turned back, slipped behind the wheel, and drove toward Belén’s house.
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There would always be another chance to teach Brenna a lesson, and she needed to make sure her mother’s health was fine now.
At her desk, Brenna kept her eyes on the Harper Group’s stock chart. The numbers had recovered steadily over the past few days, even inching above where they had been before the crisis hit. Still, it wasn’t enough to put her at ease. Spencer had poured in too much capital to settle for moderate gains. For the returns to match his gamble, the price had to rise at least ten percent more.
Brenna was weighing her next steps when a knock at the door broke her concentration. Joe walked in first, carrying two large bags. Tommy and Greta followed right behind him, also holding bags.
A spark of excitement crossed Joe’s face. He had just toured the new workspace, which, compared to their old setup, felt like a different world. Being surrounded by polished interiors and high-end equipment gave him a thrill. On top of that, he now had his own office. He placed the bags down on the table. “Brenna, I picked up all the pastries you wanted.”
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