Chapter 672
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“Miss Harper, check the trending topics tomorrow. Trust me, it’s going to be one hell of a show,” Neville said with a grin. “Last time, those two nearly got us killed. They at least need to be taught a lesson. Mr. Mitchell has been waiting for this opportunity for a while; he won’t let it go to waste.”
Brenna nodded. She also wanted to get back at Rosie and Maxley. Once her current projects wrapped up, she fully intended to hit back—targeting Rosie and Maxley through the stock market and making them pay.
“Let’s go home now,” she said.
Neville slid into the driver’s seat of her car and chauffeured her back without another word.
Brenna didn’t wake until after ten the next morning. Still groggy, she grabbed her phone and checked the trending news.
“Royal chaos caught live—foreign Prince and his wife involved in midnight altercation, the Prince seen battered and bruised.” The news snapped her out of her grogginess. She tapped the article. Dozens of explicit photos were on the screen. She scrolled through them, shaking her head.
Ethan had gone all in. There was no way Rosie could show her face in Shirie ever again. With so many nude photos of her flooding the feed and the post racking up…
traction by the second, every major player in the city’s elite circles had probably seen the photos.
Even though Maxley wasn’t from Vanland, the overwhelming virality guaranteed the post would hit the international wire soon. Within a day, the media in Plieca would get the news.
Brenna believed Ethan had probably already tipped off the media in Plieca. At this point, Maxley could kiss any chance of inheriting the throne goodbye.
This move was brilliant.
After skimming the post a second time, Brenna shot Ethan a message. “Impressive work.”
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Ethan replied quickly, “Are you happy with this? I’m not the kind of man people can play games with; anyone who tries will regret it. And I won’t let anyone hurt you, either.”
Brenna had been smiling as she texted with Ethan. But then, she received a call from Rosie.
She narrowed her eyes at the screen. She had no plans to pick up the call, knowing Rosie was calling to confront her. She just waited for the call to disconnect on its own.
Rosie, relentless as ever, tried again and again. When it became obvious Brenna wouldn’t answer, she sent her a message. “You were behind it, weren’t you, Brenna?”
Brenna brushed off Rosie’s message, giving it a quick glance before closing the chat. She opened Instagram and saw that Ellie and Thiago had shared selfies from a lavish overseas hotel. Without a second thought, she liked their posts.
After a while, she got up, freshened up, and knocked on Patrick’s door. No answer. Patrick was not inside. So, she headed downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat. The chefs were bustling about, prepping lunch. There weren’t many family members at home for lunch, so they prepared the meal mostly for the staff. The head chef quickly whipped up a simple breakfast for Brenna.
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