The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 819:

She waited for his reply, knowing his team was preoccupied. She had tampered with their water, ensuring they would not stay by Ethan’s side, possibly even needing medical attention. She was confident he would accept her feigned concern.

Ethan glanced at his phone, still awaiting Neville. A minute ticked by, and Neville still hadn’t appeared.

Growing concerned, Ethan started toward the restroom, his gait unsteady.

Tina stepped into his path. “Mr. Mitchell, are you alright? You don’t look steady. Let me get you home.”

Though Ethan had drunk heavily, he was far from incapacitated. He recognized Tina’s intentions—she wasn’t the first to try such tactics. With a rough shove, he snapped, “Get lost!”

“You’re stumbling like this; you clearly need someone to look after you. Don’t be so stubborn. You’ve always been kind to my brother, so why don’t you let me take care of you now? I’m

moment, slipping her arms around his waist, the warm notes of his cologne enveloping her, making her

exasperated, trying to wrench her hands away. To anyone watching, though, they looked like they were embracing. Tina took advantage of the situation, clinging to Ethan and trying to

mind remained sharp. He jerked his head aside, dodging her advance,

with me holding you? I’m not even upset that you’re coming onto me, and you’re pushing me

Though the alcohol slowed Ethan’s reflexes and sapped some of his strength, he was still far stronger than Tina. It didn’t

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slipped in behind her, showing her the photos he had taken. She grinned, impressed. “No wonder you’re an entertainment reporter. Your angles are brilliant—it really looks like Ethan was

before Neville finally showed up, looking like he was in serious distress. Clutching his stomach with a grimace, he muttered, “I’m sorry, Mr. Mitchell. I feel awful. I really can’t drive