Chapter 679
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“I just want to let you know. We will visit my grandmother on Saturday.”
“All right. What kind of gift does she usually like?”
“Money. Nothing thrills her more,” Ethan replied.
Brenna arched a brow. “That’s not surprising at all.”
Just as Brenna was about to close the chat with Ethan, a new message lit up the screen.
The familiar name jolted her.
Jordy’s message popped up. “Are you free at noon? Want to grab lunch together?”
A rush of painful memories surged through Brenna—Jordy’s betrayal still sharp as ever. If she recalled correctly, this was the same man who had rushed to end their engagement and wasted no time proposing to Isabella once the Barrett family cast her out. He was her ex-fiancé. Without a second thought, Brenna deleted the message and blocked him.
Meanwhile, on the tennis court, Jordy was mid-match with his ex-girlfriend Isabella and her current boyfriend Denis, all the while waiting for Brenna’s reply. Minutes passed, and still, there was nothing from Brenna.
Denis flung his racket onto the bench, unscrewed a water bottle, and took a sip. “Still nothing?” he asked, casting Jordy a glance.
Jordy fired off another message, only to discover he had been blocked on WhatsApp.
“Damn it,” he muttered, scowling. “She blocked me.”
He tried calling Brenna, but the call was quickly declined, making Jordy want to throw his phone in frustration.
“Denis, I’ve tried everything. She won’t answer,” he said, frustrated.
Isabella scoffed, “She is probably scared Mr. Mitchell will find out she’s still chatting with her ex.”
Denis had hit a wall and needed Brenna’s help. After Jade’s passing, he’d inherited a tangled web of businesses across Vanland—far too many, and some well outside his skill set. What he needed now was someone skilled in managing finance like Brenna.
“Isabella, you call her. I don’t think she’d ever turn down an opportunity to make some serious cash.”
Isabella yanked out her phone and snapped at Jordy, “You seriously can’t handle such a simple matter. So useless.”
Jordy might have talked back to an ex, but arguing with Denis’s girlfriend wasn’t something he could afford to do. So he remained silent.
Isabella dialed Brenna, but Brenna didn’t pick up the call for a long while.
Right as the call was seconds from cutting off, Brenna answered it, her voice clipped. “What is it?”
“I want to talk to you about something important. Can we talk in person?” Isabella said.
Brenna ended the call and checked the time; it was already eleven in the morning.
Her face remained impassive as she weighed the possibility that Isabella was luring her into a trap.
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