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

Ethan wasn't about to let anything happen to Brenna. Losing a

outside help. If you

it won't change anything. Let me tell you something. you pathetic woman-whether he's here or not, I'm not afraid of you. And if you lose, I won't hesitate to chop off your finger, no matter

since you were still in school. If you're having second thoughts, now's

slide."

his disheveled state. "Go ahead and ask

then jabbed a finger toward Joonas and declared, "If you don't believe me, ask

on the

Brenna disdainfully, as though

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with his extensive empire to manage, he rarely had time to concern himself with the regulars here or the

stepped forward and said respectfully, "Mr. Mitchell, Harlan

lost on

dmit

scoffed, "So, what's it going to be, Miss Harper? Admit

you'll beg for mercy when it's your fingers on the chopping block. You

hand against the table, his face twisting in rage. "Who the hell asked for your opinion? Stay

inject 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. If you've got any guts, stay here after this is over. I will

unbothered. He knew exactly what kind of man Harlan was and

already dealt the