The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 818:

Seven photos filled the screen. The first one hit like a punch—Ethan, his arms lazily draped around two women, one of whom was lifting a drink to his lips. Brenna’s first reaction was that the photos were edited; they couldn’t possibly be real.

But then, a thought crept in. Could this have happened before she had arrived at the private room? Had Ethan really done something like this?

As Brenna scrolled through the photos, her expression grew colder. After staring at the post for a long time, she forwarded it to Ethan, waiting for his explanation.

But ten minutes passed, and there was no response from Ethan.

Brenna paused, her composure steady, before clicking the link again and zooming in on the image for a closer inspection. As she suspected, the inconsistencies were glaring. She scrutinized the lighting and shadows, which unequivocally revealed that the photo had been edited.

Relief washed over her, easing the knot in her mind. Still, she resolved to caution Ethan when the opportunity arose. Some deals, especially those tangled with dubious characters, simply weren’t worth the risk.

was certain Ethan hadn’t betrayed her, irritation lingered. She exited the post, unwilling to dwell on

two hours, finally sealing

steps. At the entrance, he courteously said goodbye to Percy, who was in worse shape than him, wobbling as he

but he was nowhere in sight, nor could he see any

his side for years, never abandoned his post without permission. The bodyguards, too,

Something was clearly wrong.

dialed Neville’s number. “Where

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voice. “Mr. Mitchell, I’m sorry. The others and I are dealing with stomach issues. We

propped himself against the wall, waiting for Neville’s return.

even more captivating by the slight crease in his brow, his features softened by

scent of liquor on him. She sauntered down the hallway, feigning a casual stroll, but her