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.

realized that Ethan

alone. The three men of the Harper family hadn't come

yet.

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

sat down and immediately began to eat. "Mom,

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

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extravagant celebrations, so she

She is a well-known fashion designer and the founder of the

you don't have many friends. In

friends. Don't just bury yourself in

is all I need, Mom.

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 few of my friends so they can meet my daughter. They all work in the government, and their kids

obediently, not wanting to

and believed one or two close friends

a familiar car pulled into the driveway, and

hadn't been on the best

bothering to move to greet

went out to greet Ernst, then walked beside him as he strode into the

room.

Ernst said to

eyed him, a hint of reproach in her gaze. "Why haven't you been home

onth?"

and she lowered her