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."

his words. So that was what this was about. She wasn't just another Harper daughter-she was the Harper daughter he was expected to marry. The way he phrased it made

she turned him down? Would that put

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smile fuckered wross Ethan's

if anything, it suggested a level of interest, maybe even

his mind, give it some thought meant 'not refusing,

he could move forward with

falling into place for

progressing. Ethan unlocked the car door, his mood

again. He gave her a brief nod before pulling away. Only when his car disappeared down the street

in the sheer size of the Harper estate. The ground was paved with pristine marble, leading to an elaborate rockery fountain positioned directly across from the entrance. The main house itself stood five stories tall, designed with a

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

blinking Clearly, money wasn't an issue for the Harper family. The Barretts' so-called

out and

waited. The bell rang three times, but no one came. Sweat trickled down her temple as the relentless heat bore down on

brothers were busy, a household this large had to have servants. There was no way the house was completely

deliberately refusing to let