The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 101 Chapter 101 Thanks For All Your Help Brenna turned her gaze towards Ethan, releasing a gentle chuckle before diving into her phone to survey the latest shifts in the stock market, particularly focusing on the Moreno family's financial movements.

A brief check revealed no tic changes in the stock values, prompting Brenna to exit the page and begin disseminating scrucial data she had compiled online.

Watching her adept manipulation of the phone, Ethan was filled with admiration. He softly grasped her hand, suggesting. "Lethandle these minor details for you. Just hand over the information, and my team will ensure it makes waves online within a couple of hours." Ethan's assurance lit up Brenna's face. "Oh, really?" she asked.

Ethan nodded confidently, patting his chest. "Trust into take care of it," he said.

With a grin, he added, "It's effortless for us. Just forward what you've got, and my team will coordinate with your connections to optimize the impact." His real intention was to minimize Brenna's chances of interacting with Thiago.

Gratefully, Brenna transferred the information to Ethan, expressing her appreciation. "Thank you. I'd like to treat you to dinner to show you my gratitude," she said.

Feeling somewhat disheartened, Ethan reflected on the nature of their relationship. Uncertain about the norms of couple interactions, he felt that such minor assists shouldn't lead to formal thanks or meal invitations.

"Don't be so formal; as your fiancé, it's natural forto help you," he said earnestly.

Brenna lowered her gaze. Why was he still saying that? She had made things clear to him already. She had never truly wanted to marry him; her agreement at that twas more about saving face for him publicly.

When the waiter served the meal Ethan had ordered, Brenna was pleasantly surprised to find all her favorite dishes on the table. Moved by his thoughtfulness, she wondered how Ethan had managed to know her tastes so well.

The words she had prepared to say to him suddenly seemed too harsh to utter.

She reflected on Ethan's support throughout the day and realized that rejecting him immediately might cause unnecessary pain. Perhaps delaying the inevitable would be kinder.

Ethan had shown her nothing but kindness, and since she wasn't involved with anyone else, there seemed no harm in giving their relationship a bit more tto see where it might lead.

"Alright, I understand," Brenna said gracefully, filling a glass with a cocktail for Ethan.

0.0% 0014 After a pause, she continued with genuine appreciation, "Honestly, I would have been lost today without your intervention Thanks for all your help.

Elation filled Ethan as he glanced at the engagement ring adoring her finger. Its presence warmed his heart, suggesting her silent acceptance of his proposal.

"We're practically family now. Whenever you're in a bind, just reach out to me. I will help you," Ethan assured her, pulling a black gold card from his jacket and offering it to Brenn "Feel free to use this. It's got no spending limit." Brenna gently refused, pushing the card back towards him. "I have my own money," she said.

Ethan said, "Listen, you're going to be my wife. What belongs tomoney" Brenna smiled, finding it hard to refuse him. She had no choice but ngs to you. I want you to spend my nccept the card In the hospital.

Just out of surgery, Harlan was wheeled out of the room, his right hand heavily bandaged, mirroring the various other injuries that adorned his body.

Anxiously positioned by the doorway, a middle-aged couple fixated on the operating room's light, which finally dimmed.

They surged forward as the doors swung open. Confronted with the sight of their son, still lost in unconsciousness, the mother succumbed to her sadness and wept.

"We should have eliminated that woman and her son when we had the e had chance! Look at the agony they've inflicted on our boy! If I ever lay hands on that person, I'll rip him apart!" she exclaimed. Her gaze painfully traced over Harlan's battered form, the sight of his mangled right hand intensifying her distress.

Hesitant even to touch him, she cried out, "His hand is destroyed! We must do something! Send someone to track down that man immediately. I want the satisfaction of killing him myself!"

Roberto Moreno shared his wife's intense anger, his expression darkening as he observed the extent of his son's injuries. That kid has been running wild for years, and now, he returns to pull this stunt? He shows no respect forwhatsoever! If I catch him, I'll kill him myself!" he shouted in anger. His wife's voice turned harmful. "Cut off his hands! How could he be so heartless to his own brother? Harlan has never wronged him, yet he's treated like this!" Regret gnawed at her as she continued, "I regret the day we spared him. Had I known this would happen, I would have killed him back then. You need to find him now!"

Meanwhile, a secretary took a tense phone call nearby. He, glanced at the seething Moreno couple, wrestling with the timing of his news. Once Harlan had been transferred to a standard room and his parents had calmed down slightly, the secretary cautiously approached Roberto, extending his phone. "Mr. Moreno, please look at these photos," he said.