The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 We Were Only Trying To Help

Vivian stood frozen, confusion flashing across her face. Wasn't Ethan supposed to be in a high-level meeting at

the Mitchell Group now?

A chill ran through her as she met Ethan's cold, indifferent eyes. It was as if she had been plunged into freezing

water.

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 of Ethan's grasp. "Mr. Mitchell, you're hurting me..."

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

"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

found out she was

too great.

a tense pause, Ethan released Vivian's wrist. Without a word, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and meticulously wiped his fingers, as

her face. But she quickly forced a

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She knew she couldn't afford to dine in a place

we couldn't just

the debt. Honestly, with her skills, washing dishes is probably

ten years to

"So let me get this straight.

shoes-was

deepened, making Vivian panic. "No, no," she blurted out, "that's not what we meant! Mr. Mitchell, we were only trying to help. If she can't pay, we're willing to cover her bill. All she has to do is work as a maid in our homes to pay us back. But instead of being grateful,

accused, showed no trace of unease. Though her clothes were simple, there was something about her that made him feel like she wasn't the type to need

to the waitress, who had been trying to blend into the background ever since

arrived.

at her, Brenna said, “I never said I was leaving or that I was ready to pay. So why did you ask me

who paled instantly. She had just been following orders-she had never expected to be thrown into the spotlight like this. She couldn't afford to offend so many important people or

toward the doorway. "It