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Brenna arched an eyebrow playfully. “Gracie is no threat to me. She has tried to cause trouble formultiple
times but has never succeeded. She is no match for me.”
Ethan nodded, a spark of relief in his eyes. “You're absolutely right. | was fretting over nothing, worried you
would be upset because of her. Gracie is always stirring up trouble for you, and I thought it might wear on you.
I'm thinking of sending her back to Norview when the tis right.”
Brenna tilted her head in agreement. “That is a smart move, though | bet she will be reluctant to leave your
side.”
“She won't have a say in the matter,” Ethan replied before leaning down to capture Brenna'’s lips in a kiss.
Neville lingered outside, waiting for a while before knocking lightly.
“Mr. Mitchell, Miss Wilson has gone to the 99th floor with the police. You might want to go and check on the
situation,” he said.
Ethan was lost in a deep, fervent kiss with Brenna. Were they not in the office, they might have already moved to
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe comfort of a bed.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from Brenna, who looked pleased with the kiss. Unable to resist, Ethan leaned in for
another kiss, his hand grazing Brenna’s chest as he pressed himself closer, desire flaring within him.
After a moment, he forced himself to step away. “I'd better go see what's going on.”
“Go on,” Brenna said softly.
Ethan turned to leave, aware that lingering any longer might only unravel his restraint.
Neville, ever observant, noticed a smudge of lipstick on Ethan's lips and offered a tissue from his pocket. “Sir,
you've got a bit of lipstick there.”
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Ethan cast a casual glance at Neville, accepted the tissue, and wiped his lips calmly.
That evening, Brenna returned hafter a long day. After dinner, she retreated to her room and slipped into
the shadows of the dark web.
The task she had been eyeing was still there, waiting.
She accepted it, retrieving a seldom-used phone from her drawer and waiting for the client to send the details
and a website link.
Yet, an hour slipped by without a whisper from the client, who seemed to be unaware that the task had been
claimed.
Usually, all task publishers on the dark web would receive a website notification after someone accepted their
task. They would send the person who had accepted the task the cooperation details soon after.
After waiting for a while, the task publisher finally sent a message to Brenna, saying they wanted to meet her in
person to watch the operation and giving her an address.
Brenna reviewed the address, a deserted workshop in Shirie’s western outskirts.
She was asked to go there in two hours, at one in the morning.
This wasn’t uncommon, so Brenna thought little of it.
She showered, slipped into sleek black leather clothing, donned a mask and night vision goggles, packed her
laptop, and tucked a gun into her bag before heading out.
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