The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 97

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Chapter 97 He Has Never

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Harlan eyed Brenna with a mixture of arrogance and hate, letting out a derisive snort. "So that's why you were acting so fearless earlier. I thought you had real skills, but it turns out you're just hiding behind a man."

Brenna looked at the man in front of her. He had been beaten badly and carried an air of defiance. She raises an eyebrow slightly. "And what exactly are you implying?"

Truthfully, Harlan had no real understanding of Ethan's influence. In less than a decade, Ethan had turned the Mitchell Group from a mid-tier company into a global empire, becoming the wealthiest man in the world in the

process.

But no one was invincible. Everyone had their weak spots. Could Ethan really be good at gambling, too?

Harlan studied Ethan intently, but Ethan's piercing stare sent a shiver down his spine. Unable to maintain eye contact, Harlan looked away, realizing just how outmatched he was.

Ethan, unimpressed by Harlan's bravado, turned to Brenna and asked in a tender voice, "Do you want me to

help you?"

He assumed the odds weren't in her favor. After all, he believed not many women truly excelled at gambling

anything happen to Brenna. Losing a round of cards was one thing, but losing a

him help you! No outside help. If

bring Ethan into this, it won't change anything. Let me tell you something. you pathetic

these tables since you were still in school. If you're having second thoughts, now's the time to back out. Just

slide."

confidence despite his disheveled state. "Go ahead and ask around. Who on this floor

declared, "If you don't

the ninth

that moment, he regarded Brenna disdainfully, as

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to manage, he rarely had time to concern himself with the regulars here

Joonas, who immediately stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mr. Mitchell,

on

dmit

be, Miss Harper? Admit defeat now, or

skill is leagues ahead of yours. You should be worrying about how you'll beg for mercy when it's your fingers on the chopping block.

hand against the table, his face twisting in rage. "Who the hell asked

him with that stuff, Harlan itched to beat him. Gritting his teeth, he added, "Don't get cocky. You won't be laughing when this is over.

kind of man

had already