The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 11

Chapter 11 I'll Give It Some Thought

inside the car, Brens met the dy gere, her fingers tightening around her phone before she slipped it into her bapak Widow directly addressing his question, she kept her tone polite as she said, "Thanks for

the ride home

She reached for the door handle, but when she pushed, the car door didn't budge. A flicker of unease passed through her as she turned back to him. "Mr. Mitchell, would you mind unlocking the door?"

Ethan remained sexted, unmoving, His presence felt imposing, not just because of his stature but in the way he carried himself. His long fingers rested lightly on the steering wheel, while his other hand stretched across the console, casually placed on the back of Brenna's seat.

A wary feeling crept over Brenna, and she instinctively leaned against the car door, studying his face

She regretted her decision now. If she had known he had ulterior motives, she never would have accepted this

ride.

Noticing her discomfort, Ethan slowly withdrew his hand from the back of her seat, his movements deliberate. "Miss Harper, relax. I just wanted to discuss something with you," he said.

To Brenna, his words did little to ease her suspicion. A man who refused to let her out of the car even after they had arrived at their destination? He must be up to no good. Her fingers tightened around the pepper spray in her bag She wasn't the type to start trouble, but if he so much as moved inappropriately, she wouldn't hesitate to make him regret it.

She maintained her poise, reminding herself that resorting to force was a final option. Ethan wasn't just anyone -he was the world's wealthiest man, wielding immense power. It was wiser not to offend him without cause. Besides, he had just kindly given her a ride home.

She said, "Mr. Mitchell, I appreciate the ride today. I'll be sure to return the favor with a meal sometime." Ethan's voice was calm, almost amused. "That's not what this is about." He stared into her eyes and spoke evenly. "There's something you should know-our families have a longstanding marriage agreement. It was arranged by my grandfather and yours. For the past two years, my grandfather has urged me to fulfill that promise and marry a daughter from the Harper family. Given his declining health, he hopes I'll settle down soon. So, Miss Harper, I'd like you to consider the matter."

the Harper daughter he was expected to marry. The way he phrased it made it soun she had a choice, but his assertive tone

she turned him down? Would that put

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fuckered wross Ethan's lips as he absorbed

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meant he could move forward

into place

Ethan unlocked the car

and stepped out. She glanced back briefly and thanked Ethan again. He gave her a brief nod before pulling away. Only when his car disappeared down the street did she turn toward

from the entrance. The main house itself stood five stories tall, designed with a palatial elegance, its symmetrical structure exuding grandeur. The interior space had to exceed 1, 500 square meters-far grander than

brow furrowed slightly. Hadn't the Barretts claimed the Harpers lived in a poor, remote village? Yet here

thousand dollars without so much as blinking Clearly, money wasn't an issue for the Harper family. The Barretts' so-called investigation of the

and pressed the

but no one came. Sweat trickled down her temple as the relentless heat bore down

one home? Even if her parents and brothers were busy, a household this large had

deliberately refusing to let her