Chapter 9
Chapter 9:
His aura was so commanding that she instinctively lowered her eyes, unable to hold his stare.
From what she knew, Ethan was not just a successful entrepreneur—he was also one of the most powerful figures in Shirie. As the CEO of the Mitchell Group, a multibillion-dollar empire with thousands of subsidiaries, his power was unmatched. Handsome, unmarried, and rich, he was the kind of man socialites dreamed of meeting. A mere conversation with him was considered an honor.
Just then, a twisted sense of excitement coursed through Vivian. Ethan was touching her—holding her wrist. Even if he was engaged to her best friend, she couldn’t bring herself to care about that.
But the moment she noticed the growing coldness in Ethan’s expression, her fleeting fantasy shattered.
She forced herself to think logically. Ethan’s presence here wasn’t unusual—this was a high-end establishment, after all—but what was strange was that he had intervened in this matter.
Could it be that Ethan had taken a liking to Brenna? Maybe that was why he had stepped in to help her.
Vivian was confused. No matter how she looked at the matter, it didn’t make sense.
She looked away with unease and tried to free herself from Ethan’s grasp. “Mr. Mitchell, you’re hurting me p>
Sylvie sensed the situation slipping out of control. From what Rosie had told her, Ethan was a reserved, aloof man—but he was a kind man. The Mitchell Group donated billions to charity every year, and Ethan himself was known for his philanthropic work. Seeing someone bullied must have compelled him to act.
Trying to smooth things over, she quickly stepped forward and said, “Mr. Mitchell, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. We were just joking with this lady. All we meant was that she shouldn’t have dined somewhere she couldn’t afford. We were only trying to kindly remind her of that p>
𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒:
Watching from the doorway, Rosie held her breath. She could not be caught. If Ethan found out she was behind this, it could jeopardize everything—he might not want to get engaged with her. The consequences would be too great.
Thankfully, after a tense pause, Ethan released Vivian’s wrist. Without a word, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and meticulously wiped his fingers, as if scrubbing away filth.
Vivian stiffened, a flash of embarrassment crossing her face. But she quickly forced a polite smile and tried to explain the situation, saying, “Mr. Mitchell, you see, this woman—she’s dressed in cheap clothes, barely worth two hundred dollars, yet she waltzed in here like she belonged. She knew she couldn’t afford to dine in a place like this, but she still ordered an entire table of food. She was clearly trying to cause trouble here p>
Sylvie nodded eagerly. “Exactly! We only stepped in because we couldn’t just stand by. If she can’t pay, she’ll be stuck working here to cover the debt. Honestly, with her skills, washing dishes is probably her only option—and it’d take her, what, ten years to pay it all off? So p>
Brenna suddenly chuckled, arms crossed. “So let me get this straight. Humiliating me—demanding that I kneel and polish your shoes—was for my own good p>