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The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

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Libby approached Brenna, showing her his phone. “Got it all on video. Pretty brutal.”

Brenna glanced at the footage, pleased. “Nice work. Send it to me, and I'll pass it to Lorna.”

Libby grinned. “No need; I'll send it straight to her. Don’t worry. No one will trace it back to us.”

Finley, eyeing Waldo’s beaten form, clicked his tongue. “That looks painful.”

“Why are you still here?” Ellie asked Brenna. She had watched the scene with cold detachment, believing Gracie

had gotten what she deserved.

Brenna lingered by the surgery room door, explaining to Ellie, “Gracie has no family or friends. If someone’s

footing her medical bills, it would be Ethan, and | don’t want him...”

Hearing her sob story, Brenna replied, “I'll cover the bills and hire a nurse. It’s no trouble; | just want to keep her

away from my boyfriend.”

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Ellie shook her head. “She’s pregnant with another man’s kid, chere for an abortion, and got thrashed by

his wife. If | were her, | would be too mortified to tell the person I like about the matter. I'd get treated quietly

and go back to work like nothing happened. Why bother with her? You're being too kind.”

Brenna nodded, then wired money to Libby. “Pay her bills and get a caregiver for her.”

Libby agreed without hesitation, following her orders. “Got it.”

As they left the hospital, Ellie turned to Brenna again. “Why waste your thelping Gracie? She won't thank

you for it.”

Brenna shrugged. “I'm not after her gratitude. | just want her to stay away from Ethan. I'm not that selfless—the

more trouble she’s in, the better.”

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After dropping Ellie at her shop, Brenna headed back to the company. Moments after arriving, she received a

message from Isabella with several photos.

The photos showed Mack frequenting bars and clubs, partying with women.

Brenna asked, “Is he going to such places every day?”

Isabella replied, “Pretty much. He has moved out on his own. I've paid swomen at the bars to snap pictures

whenever he shows up. These are from the last two weeks—I've got more. I'll send them all to you.”

Brenna responded, “He is facing the consequences he deserves.”

Isabella sent additional photos, sexplicit, including shots of Mack having sex with women in private rooms.

Brenna could barely stomach them.

Isabella then asked, “Brenna, can | get reimbursed for what | paid the women at the bars?”

She included screenshots of the transactions.

Brenna generously transferred double the amount to her, ensuring Isabella was well-compensated while keeping

tabs on the Barrett family.

“Letknow where he’s going tonight, and I'll check it out,” Brenna added.

Isabella replied, “Okay. I'll send the address to you soon.”

Staring at the fifty-thousand-dollar transfer, Isabella saw a bright future in working for Brenna. Monitoring the

Barretts wouldn't last forever, but she planned to milk it while it did. Her legitimate job was booming, too—her

commissions this month had doubled from the last.

She had already resolved to prioritize her career and not rely on men for her livelihood from now on.

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