Chapter 739
Chapter 739:
Seeing Greta walk in instead surprised her slightly, but she didn’t let it show.
Ethan’s expression instantly cooled, returning to its usual detached calm. He rarely showed his relaxed side to outsiders, yet he remained close to Brenna and only adjusted his tone slightly, saying, “I have a flight this afternoon to board, and I’ll return Friday. Let’s visit my grandmother on Saturday. I promised to see her, and I haven’t yet done that. She might be upset. I’m heading to Valport, and the brand Fakale just released a limited-edition fragrance there. Want me to bring you back a bottle p>
Without missing a beat, Brenna nodded. “Yes. I’d like that p>
Greta carefully set down the coffee cups and fruit platter, smiling warmly. “Brenna, I wasn’t sure what Mr. Mitchell preferred, so I prepared both a latte and an iced Americano p>
Leaning slightly, she nudged the fruit platter forward, hoping the gesture might draw Ethan’s attention. She lingered, hoping he’d look at her.
After a few awkward seconds, she glanced up and saw he was entirely absorbed by something on his phone, oblivious to her presence. Disappointment surged through her. This wasn’t going as she’d planned.
Leaning closer, Brenna glanced curiously at Ethan’s screen, noticing a message from Jayceon, asking why Ethan hadn’t visited him lately.
Realizing neither Ethan nor Brenna intended to acknowledge her efforts, Greta felt frustration rising within her. She had made an effort to thoughtfully bring them coffee, yet neither had offered even a simple “thank you” to her.
She said, “Brenna, does Mr. Mitchell prefer a latte or an Americano? Should I add some sugar p>
Just then, a gentle tap echoed at the door. Tommy stepped inside, clutching a report. He observed Greta positioned awkwardly opposite Brenna and Ethan. They clearly wanted her to leave.
Yet, Greta showed no intention of leaving, lingering in hopes of prolonging her conversation with Ethan.
Tommy strode toward her with purpose. “Greta, why are you here? Your design has a flaw that needs fixing. Let’s go p>
At that moment, Ethan glanced up, his tone icy. “I don’t want to drink coffee. You can get back to work p>
“I’m not busy…” Greta murmured, reluctant to leave.
Tommy, undeterred, approached her and said sternly, “Didn’t I just tell you? The client needs shorter mechanical arms for patients with small limb amputations. Your design with oversized arms is unqualified p>
Only after this rebuke did Greta grudgingly trail Tommy out.
At her desk, standing by her chair, Greta scrutinized her design and saw no errors. “Tommy, my design is fine. What were you talking about just now p>
Tommy’s eyes flicked to Greta’s revealing neckline. Though her build was unremarkable, he suspected she was intentionally vying for Ethan’s attention by doing this. He didn’t voice this thought, not wanting to argue with Greta over it, and figured it was unnecessary since he had already gotten her out of Brenna’s office.
Shifting his focus to the blueprints, he said, “Make the arm span variable to fit different amputation lengths. That way, we won’t need custom designs for every client p>