The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 1205

Chapter 1205:

As the engine purred to life, Ethan leaned forward and said to Neville in an even tone, “Head to the office first.”

Gracie felt disappointed by that. Spinning around, she blinked away tears and fixed her gaze on Ethan. “You

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foolish,” she said, forcing a small, brave smile.

After that, she turned to the window and lost herself in the city whirring by. Brenna'’s lips tightened. What exactly

was Gracie playing at now? Wasn't she guilt-tripping Ethan for not offering to take her home?

Clearly, Gracies real intention was to make Ethan feel guilty enough to drop everything and take care of her.

A subtle squeeze from Brenna’s hand drew Ethan's attention, and when their eyes met, Brenna could tell he saw

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straight through Gracie’s ploy. He simply chose to feign ignorance.

Gracie waited for quite a while, but even as the car stopped at the Mitchell Group building, Ethan did not offer to

take her home. Instead, he got out of the car with Brenna.

Disappointment washed over Gracie, and she thought that Rosie’s advice had gotten her nowhere this time.

Neville then drove Gracie home, and on the way, Gracie wanted to message Rosie.

But then, she remembered how Brenna had managed to get into her phone at the hospital. Unease gnawed at

her, and she deleted her message before hitting send.

Brenna entered the building with Ethan.

Alec quickly approached them.

Seeing Ethan and Brenna together made Alec smile. “Mr. Mitchell, how’s Miss Wilson doing? You rushed her to

the hospital earlier, didn’t you? Is she alright now?”

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Technically, Alec worked for Rosie, but he could see the wind changing. If Ethan ever offered him a better deal,

he was ready to jump ship.

If Brenna treated him well enough to ensure a comfortable retirement, he would also consider pledging loyalty to

her. He was counting on them. Ethan’s response was cold but courteous. “She's fine now. The doctors got to her

in time, and she had a transfusion. Neville already took her home.” That hint of courtesy was enough for Alec. It

gave him just enough dignity in front of his colleagues.

Most security staff rarely got to speak with the CEO at all, and Alec relished every second of this conversation.

“It's a relief to hear that. Mr. Mitchell, the workday’s almost over—what brings you back at this hour?” Alec said,

wanting to prolong the chat.

Brenna’s presence prompted Ethan to stay polite to Alec. “There's still swork left to do, and I've got plans

for tonight.”

Ethan stopped in front of the elevator, and Alec stepped forward to tap the button for him.

“Heading somewhere special tonight, Mr. Mitchell?” Alec asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Blaze Bar,” Ethan replied, offering no extra details.

Not a word escaped Brenna, who kept her expression cold and her eyes fixed ahead.