The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 197

Chapter 197 I'll Listen To

You

"There is no need for that," Ethan said coldly, his expression hardening like ice. "I can handle a gang on my own. Moreover, the Hewitt family can't be trusted. If we ask for their help, we will owe them more than we can

afford."

The car raced down the highway, bullets hammering against the bulletproof glass, leaving spiderweb-like cracks. Neville's instincts kicked in, and he shoved Ethan down.

Just as Ethan thought they had finally shaken off the Ward family's pursuit, more cars appeared, the attack even more relentless and aggressive than before. Bullets hammered the rear window, turning it into a mess, on

the verge of shattering.

"Step on it!" Ethan barked at the driver, urgency ringing in his voice.

Digging into his bag, he pulled out two grenades. With steady hands, he yanked

the pins, counted to three under his breath, and lobbed them out through a narrow opening in the door.

The sound of explosions rocked the air as the two pursuing pickup trucks were blown up.

At last, Ethan was out of danger.

The tension in the car dissolved as everyone released a breath of relief.

But Ethan couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease. The bodyguards he had brought with him were all dead.

Brenna had been swamped with work for an entire week, yet she had only managed to complete a fraction of the intricate designs for thousands of components. Designing a fighter jet was no walk in the park. It demanded relentless focus, precision, and two months of nonstop effort from her and her team.

even realized that Ethan hadn't contacted her

alone. The three men

yet.

Giselle pulled Brenna toward the dining table. "Are you hungry? You have been working harder than your dad and brothers-leaving early and coming home late. You

tired and hungry. She sat down and immediately began to eat. "Mom, this is delicious,"

is your birthday the first one since you came home. I was thinking of celebrating it at home. We'll

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extravagant celebrations, so

"I'll invite my friend Ellie, Patrick's mom. She is a well-known fashion designer and the founder of the M&G brand, I'll

casually said, "I have noticed you don't have many friends. In the

friends. Don't just bury yourself in

casual glance. "One true friend is all

"I had plenty of friends when I was young, but as we grow older, everyone gets caught up in their own families, and we drift apart. But you are right. I'll invite a

not wanting to

believed one or two close friends were more than enough

car pulled into the driveway, and Ernst stepped

and Ernst hadn't been on the best of terms. She knew he

seated, not bothering to move to

Ernst, then walked beside him

room.

Ernst said to

a hint of reproach in her gaze. "Why haven't you been

onth?"

who was eating quietly, and she lowered her voice. "Are you still holding a