The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

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Ethan's eyes swept over the entrance, quickly noting the seven men present, their expressions hostile. Among them, Harlan had even dared to try grabbing Brenna.

His gaze grew cold as he glared at Harlan.

The moment Harlan caught Ethan's icy stare, he hesitated, awkwardly retracting his hand before forcing a nervous smile. "Mr. Mitchell..." he mumbled, his voice laced with unease.

Without warning, he slapped himself twice, the sound ringing out sharply in the room. Attempting to salvage the situation, he plastered on a smile and said, "Mr. Mitchell, it's all just a misunderstanding. Please, don't take it the wrong way." Harlan was well aware of Brenna's connection to Ethan. He was scared of Ethan. He had only attacked Brenna because he had assumed Ethan's interest in her was fleeting.

He believed if Brenna had been sexually assaulted by others, surely Ethan would lose interest in her and discard her without a second thought.

What he hadn't expected was for Ethan to show up here in person before he could do anything to Brenna. He didn't know that Ethan was the owner of the bar.

Chuckling nervously, he scrambled to explain, "Mr. Mitchell, I swear, we were just joking with Miss Harper. Sylvie and Vivian invited us today to see them apologize to her, but she refused to accept their apology. We were only trying to mediate." Ethan's expression remained cold as he regarded Harlan. "You must be bold-or foolish-to think you could lay a hand on my woman," he said sharply.

He reached for Brenna, pulling her into his embrace. With a gentle pat on her shoulder, he murmured, "You're safe now. I am here to protect you." Brenna could have handled the situation herself-she was more than capable of making these people grovel- but there was a certain satisfaction in letting someone else fight for her. The feeling of being protected was pretty good.

"They tried to forceto drink earlier. The drinks were spiked." Brenna's voice was calm as if she weren't the one who had just been cornered and forced to drink.

Lifting a slender finger, she pointed directly at Sylvie and Vivian. "Especially those two-they were the worst of them all," she said.

Sylvie and Vivian instinctively retreated, seeking refuge behind the young men. But those smen now viewed them with disdain. If not for their foolish claim- that Ethan's feelings for Brenna were temporary and 0.0% 00:12 Chapter 94 The Imperial Bar Belongs To Mr. Mitchell that his true affection lay with Rosie-they never would have attempted to treat Brenna so disrespectfully. Realization struck Harlan like a bolt of lightning. He immediately seized Sylvie and Vivian by the hair, yanking them forward before delivering a sharp kick to their knees, forcing them to kneel before Brenna.

"Mr. Mitchell, these two were the masterminds. They set us up, telling us to go after Miss Harper. We had nothing to do with this," Harlan declared.

Ethan regarded Harlan's act with an impassive stare, then turned to Brenna, his expression softening. "What do you want to do with them?" he asked.

Brenna didn't hesitate as she met Sylvie's and Vivian's terrified eyes. "They invitedhere to apologize. They should prove their sincerity and drink the spiked drinks," she said.

Still kneeling, Sylvie and Vivian trembled as Harlan's grip kept them in place, their heads tilted upward. They had never witnessed Ethan's ruthlessness before and had no idea he owned the bar. All they knew was that the bar's owner was someone with immense influence-someone not to be provoked.

Desperation flooded their eyes as they turned to Joonas for help. Vivian, clinging to the last shred of hope, squared her sXoulders and shouted, "Mr. Fowler, are you seriously going to let Ethan do as he pleases and destroy your business like this? Are you really going to stand by while he throws his weight around here?" Joonas took a step forward, kicking Vivian to the floor. His voice carried a sharp finality as he said, "Miss Morrison, you seem to be mistaken. The Imperial Bar belongs to Mr. Mitchell."

Vivian gasped as a few strands of her hair were yanked off, pain shooting through her scalp. She grimaced, her wide eye's locking onto Ethan in disbelief. She had heard rumors about the bar's owner-someone with power in both legal and underground circles, a man no one dared to cross. She crumpled to the floor, unable to muster a single word now.

Overwhelmed with despair, she exchanged a look with Sylvie.

Why had they ever listened to Rosie? Now that things had taken a disastrous turn, Rosie was nowhere to be found, leaving them to suffer the consequences alone. It was infuriatingly unfair.

But the Higgins and Morrison families had deep business ties with the Harper family. Turning against Rosie could spell disaster for them in more ways than one. So they could not mention Rosie's involvement.

Meanwhile, Brenna had calmly poured two glasses of the spiked drink, setting them down in front of Sylvie and Vivian. "Drink," she said evenly. "And this will be over." Sylvie and Vivian watched the liquid fizz, the blue and yellow pills dissolving ominously. They knew exactly what those pills would do.

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