Chapter 670
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A soft smile curved Brenna’s lips. She put away her phone and leaned back comfortably against the sofa.
Tommy strolled over with a smile. “Brenna, come sing a song with us and have a few drinks.”
Greta soon walked over and asked with concern, “Brenna, does Mr. Mitchell know?”
Brenna felt a wave of gratitude toward Greta. She hadn’t expected Maxley to resort to something like that. If not for Greta, she and Ethan wouldn’t have found out about Maxley’s dirty trick.
“He knows. Thank you,” Brenna replied.
“That’s a relief. I was just worried Mr. Mitchell might end up harmed,” Greta said, her eyes flicking toward the door.
Brenna offered a confident smile. “Don’t worry. This is his territory. No one would succeed in targeting him here.”
Even though she had never asked for details, she could piece it together on her own. Ethan’s rise to become the world’s richest man in only about eight years was no stroke of luck. He must have exceptional skills.
Still unaware of the situation, Tommy asked, “What’s going on, Brenna? Did something happen?”
“I saw Maxley slip something into Mr. Mitchell’s drink,” Greta explained.
Tommy froze, eyes wide. They hadn’t even settled accounts for what happened back in Plieca. Yet Maxley dared to scheme against Ethan and Brenna again.
Anger flashed across Tommy’s face. “How could a prince stoop that low? That’s disgusting! He needs to be taught a lesson!”
Greta nodded in agreement. “Exactly. Trash like him should be kicked out of Vanland.”
As the memory of the incident in Plieca surfaced, Tommy still felt a twinge of fear. If it hadn’t been for Brenna risking herself to save him, Joe, and Thiago, he might not be standing here today.
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“Rosie and Maxley are the same. Both rotten to the core,” Tommy muttered. “Brenna, do you think Mr. Mitchell will make sure Maxley pays for this?”
Brenna nodded. “Yeah.”
Tommy’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I want to be there when it happens.”
Brenna shook her phone playfully. “Alright. I’ll tell you when Ethan makes his move to teach Maxley a lesson.”
After a while, Greta pulled Brenna toward the microphone. The chatter and clinking glasses quieted. Everyone’s eyes turned to Brenna.
They had followed her lead for so long, but this was their first team outing together. Not one of them had ever heard her sing. Now, curiosity sparkled across every face.
“Brenna, what song do you want to sing?” someone asked.
Brenna’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She wasn’t familiar with pop songs at all. Between her packed workdays and endless meetings, she barely had time to breathe, let alone keep up with music charts. The only tune stuck in her head was the theme song from Dalton’s latest TV series, something she had been forced to hear more times than she cared to count.
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