The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 548:

Ethan’s heart sank with every silent moment that passed. He could feel the weight of his recent mistakes pressing down on him, almost certain that Brenna’s cold detachment was a sign of deeper troubles brewing between them. As he watched her, lost in her work, he felt a pang of anxiety. Maybe she was already thinking about breaking up with him.

“Brenna, I swear, I haven’t seen Minna since that night. There’s absolutely nothing going on between me and her,” Ethan said, his voice laden with sincerity.

However, Brenna seemed utterly absorbed in her task, her attention tethered to the glowing screen before her. She pointed out a feature on the mechanical arm design, completely engrossed in her technical discussion with a young engineer beside her. “If we add another joint here, it could really enhance the mobility for amputees, offering them finer control and better dexterity,” she said with a focused intensity. The engineer nodded, clearly impressed by Brenna’s insight. “You’ve thought of everything, Brenna. I’ll get on that revision right away.”

Meanwhile, Greta had been observing the interaction from across the room. She thought it was a bit cold for Brenna to leave Ethan hanging like that, but considering how swamped Brenna had been lately, she understood her.

“Mr. Mitchell, why don’t you join me over here for now? It’s already 11:30. Maybe try catching Brenna during lunch? She might be more available then,” Greta suggested, her voice soft. She knew a man like Ethan was far out of her league, but even the tiniest chance to talk to him was better than none.

for nearly ten minutes, yet she had only spared him a single glance before diving right back into

being rude; she was genuinely

replied with a

Brenna’s office, he scanned the bustling workspace. Every desk was occupied,

Greta said quickly, stepping in

meeting room at the end of

the layout, Ethan followed her without question, glancing curiously at the surroundings. The room was small but cozy, furnished with soft yellow leather couches arranged in a circle around a pale square coffee

the sofas, Ethan glanced at

Ethan initiate a conversation, Greta felt her heart flutter. A mix of excitement and anxiety surged through her, and she subtly wiped her damp palms against her skirt. Trying to keep her voice steady, she answered,

secretly hoping he would keep the conversation going. And to her