Chapter 666
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Still, Greta kept her dissatisfaction to herself and turned to Brenna. “Brenna, they say the roasted lamb here is out of this world. How about we order some?”
Tommy said, “I’ve already ordered some. Roasted lamb needs preordering, and it’s probably ready now. Everyone, we can dig in tonight!”
Nearby colleagues joined the chatter, buzzing about the roasted lamb’s hefty price tag.
As they stepped into the reserved private room, a sprawling 200-square-meter space, the group of nearly sixty felt at ease. The room was spacious enough for them.
Greta hovered near Brenna, saying, “Brenna, I had no clue Mr. Mitchell owned this place. No wonder everything’s so top-tier.”
Brenna gave a nonchalant nod. “Yeah, I didn’t even know they made roasted lamb here, or how many ventures Ethan’s got going.”
Greta’s eyes flicked to the door as a server rolled in a cart piled with beer, followed by others bearing roasted lamb and an array of skewers. The scent of delicious food flooded the room, pulling everyone closer. Brenna joined the crowd, saying, “Order anything you want tonight; it’s my treat.”
Greta stayed close, stealing another glance at the door. Ethan hadn’t shown up yet, but she didn’t dare ask Brenna when he would be coming. Since Brenna, Ethan’s girlfriend, was not concerned about that, she knew she shouldn’t show concern either.
Knowing Ethan’s demanding schedule, Greta trusted Brenna’s word that he would come eventually.
Brenna’s employees were in high spirits, singing, drinking, and chatting. Greta stuck by Brenna, eagerly serving her skewers and slicing lamb for her plate.
About an hour later, Ethan arrived and entered the room.
Brenna greeted him with a subtle smile, asking, “Is he awake?” She was talking about Jayceon.
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Ethan, in a cheerful mood, replied, “He’s awake and stable now. The doctor was blown away by your medicine, calling it revolutionary and wishing it could be mass-produced.”
He scanned the lively, youthful crowd, giving Greta a brief nod before focusing on talking to Brenna.
Greta quickly carved lamb, grabbed skewers, and fetched beer for Ethan, setting them before him.
She stayed quiet, cautious not to let Brenna or Ethan sense her intentions, masking her actions as loyalty to Brenna.
But Tommy and Joe weren’t fooled.
They knew that many of Brenna’s female employees admired Ethan. After all, who wouldn’t be drawn to such an exceptional man? Yet, most saw him as an unreachable star, never daring to dream of more, fully aware of the chasm between them.
Ethan had barely settled for ten minutes when Rosie and Maxley entered the room, dressed as before, their faces lit with flattering smiles.
Their entrance silenced the singing, and the room quieted. The group gathered to share food and drinks.
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