The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Wife, Now His Rival 93

Chapter 93 Need Me To Handle This For You

Vivian dramatically stepped forward, swiftly moving to position herself in front of Brenna, her face contorted with feigned concern. "Really, a group of grown men targeting one woman? Shameful! She might fend off a couple of you, but this is too much. If you overpower her and then assault her, how do you expect her to face anyone after it?" she said.

The room echoed with laughter.

Brandon's face twisted into a sneer. "What a brilliant suggestion. Just what I needed for handling this troublemaker. You think you can defy me, Brenna? Well, you've just signed up for a lesson," he said.

At that moment, a young man with striking blue hair subtly took a wine glass from the table, slipped a yellow pill into it, and walked over to Brenna.

Quickly, Brandon pulled Vivian out of the way.

In a feigned state of panic, Vivian exclaimed to Brenna, "Miss Harper, believe me,

I wish I could do more to help you, but they're out of my control. You're on your own now."

Brenna met Vivian's gaze with a cool detachment. "Miss Morrison, for such a feeble attempt at an apology, expect nothing less than twice the trouble from me."

Dropping her pretense, Vivian retorted coldly, "Oh, is that so? You are in such a tough situation now, yet you

are still talking big? I've already called for more people here. Trust me, they will ensure you're well 'looked

after'."

As she finished her threat, the blue-haired man approached Brenna with the tainted drink, smirking confidently.

"Now, will you drink this on your own, or shall I help you drink it?" he said.

up high, striking the

and causing a domino effect

and through clenched teeth,

them, Brenna navigated around the bodies strewn across the floor and made her way to the

grip on her ankle. "Trying to leave? It's not that easy," he

group swiftly rose and

surveyed the seven people with a dismissive glance. She said, "Fighting you will hardly be a proper warm-up for me.

a desire for vengeance. "Fine, let's raise the

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we settle this?" he

a high-stakes game. Lose, and you

from wealthy families like Sylvie or

on his lip, his smirk revealing his intrigue. "Agreed. But if you lose, the same goes for you: a finger, ten

Brandon's face, her slap intensifying the split in his lip and imprinting her mark on

idea

Brandon. Then, she swiftly hit the men who

men held their faces, eyes wide as they gazed at Brenna, stunned by her swift and terrifying

door creaked open, and a middle-aged man with a

stern look

neatly behind them, lined

Fowler, this woman is causing trouble here! She has already assaulted Harlan and Brandon, and remember, Brandon's father is the deputy mayor,"

a woman overpower several men. The Imperial Bar punished troublemakers severely, but he had never encountered a woman causing so much trouble