The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 810:

Brenna understood that Ethan needed her help. “Send me the location,” she said firmly. “I’ll head there now.”

A wave of relief came through Neville’s voice. “Thank you. I’ll forward it immediately. Please hurry.”

The issue Ethan was facing wasn’t catastrophic, but it couldn’t be handled without Brenna being there.

Inside a luxurious private room at the high-end Elysium Lounge, Ethan sat sunk into a rich leather couch, positioned directly across from a man who appeared to be in his forties. Between them sat a sleek table cluttered with several luxurious bottles of wine, each valued at well over one hundred thousand dollars. Their glasses, brimming with deep red liquid, shimmered under the glow of the lights.

had a rugged, tough look. A thick beard covered the lower half of his face, and a flashy gold chain hung heavily around his neck, practically shouting his wealth. Three massive gemstone rings decorated his left hand, each one sitting

women flanked him, barely dressed, their bodies leaning against the sides of the sofa. One of his hands was busy groping one of the women’s chests, showing zero

one wall of the room was a group of nearly fifteen club escorts. Every single one was striking, their curves barely concealed by their revealing outfits. Some boldly flirted without shame, striking seductive poses with deliberate intent. Others went

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display of decency came off as a facade. In his view, a man as affluent and influential as Ethan couldn’t possibly be living a life of restraint. “Mr. Mitchell, don’t tell me you’re the kind of man who forgets how to have fun just because you’re already in a relationship. Men are expected to unwind a little when they’re out like this.