The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Once His Wife, Now His Rival 237 Chapter 237 An Old Classmate Brenna was clad in a navy blue chiffon blouse that flowed gracefully, paired with matching trousers that danced lightly with her movements. Her white sneakers added a touch of casual aura, while her wavy hair tumbled freely down her back like a waterfall of silk.

Julia presented the lunchbox with both hands, her expression earnest. "Ms. Harper, everything is ready just as you asked. The dishes were all neatly packed in thermal containers." "Thank you, Julia," Brenna replied with a cheerful smile, her heart light as she drove toward the Mitchell Group headquarters. The yacht incident had crystallized her thoughts about Ethan-he was a decent man worth her attention.

As Brenna entered the soaring, tech-savvy lobby, the lunchbox cradled in her arms, she stepped lightly, taking in her surroundings.

The Mitchell Group's office building exuded a futuristic vibe, with sleek humanoid robots gliding through the lobby.

"Job applicants can proceed to Elevator One for the tenth floor," a female-voiced android announced as Brenna walked past.

"I am not here to apply for a job," Brenna replied, her gaze lingering on the robots' impressive design and Al capabilities, especially as one patiently answered questions from eager candidates.

Behind the front desk, four impeccably dressed receptionists-two men and two women-maintained perfect smiles, their polished appearances reflecting the Mitchell Group's ethos.

Approaching one of the female receptionists, Brenna said coolly, "Excuse me. Could you tellwhere Mr. Mitchell's office is located?" Four pairs of eyes flicked toward her, momentarily clouded with condescension.

Yet, professionalism soon took over, and the receptionist said to Brenna, "Miss, do you have an appointment?" As the receptionist studied Brenna, a flicker of recognition sparked in her expression. Before Brenna could reply, the receptionist's face brightened. "Are you Brenna Barrett?" Brenna scrutinized the woman's features, a vague familiarity tickling her memory.

The receptionist added, "I am Mia Cox! I was your classmate in elementary school. You always sat behind me. During our school days, I chased your perfect scores but never caught up! Do you remember it now?" Recognition washed over Brenna. This cheerful receptionist was indeed her old classmate. "Mia! What a delightful surprise. You work at the Mitchell Group now?" < Chapter 237 An Old Classmate "I was freshly graduated from Shirie University," Mia said, her pride evident. "I beat out hundreds of Ivy League candidates for this position. It was a fierce competition." Brenna smiled softly, her demeanor warming. "Congratulations. By the way, I go by Brenna Harper now." Mia's expression shifted, surprise coloring her features. She recalled Brenna's family owning a factory back in their school days, making her one of the wealthiest kids in their class. Brenna had been the top student, effortlessly captivating everyone's admiration.

It had been unfortunate that Brenna had abruptly dropped out in fourth grade, leaving teachers and the principal lamenting her departure.

Initially, classmates had thought she had transferred, but over time, they had learned she had left school altogether.

Everyone had found it truly regrettable.

Mia's gaze grew complicated as she looked at Brenna, a flicker of pity surfacing. It was such a shthat Brenna had not completed hen m education. Had Brenna continued, she undoubtedly could have attended a prestigious university like her. Having heard whispers about the Barrett family's recent bankruptcy, Mia realized that Brenna was no longer the affluent heiress she had once been. Curiosity getting the better of her, Mia asked, "Why did you change your last name?" Brenna replied in a calm voice, "The Barretts aren't my biological parents. I've found my birth family now." "Oh, I see," Mia responded, her gaze lingering on Brenna's obviously expensive attire. Judging by Brenna's striking beauty, she couldn't help but assthat she must have found herself a sugar daddy. She was probably sold rich man's mistress now.

Mia let out a sigh.

The once-unreachable daughter of the Barrett family had landed in such a situation.

Mia said to Brenna, "Are you here for a job interview? The executive secretary position requires at least a master's degree. You didn't ever complete elementary school. It just won't work. Besides, you can't go straight to the CEO. Human Resources manages all recruitment. Even good looks won't give you a free pass. Listen, I'm doing my best to help you here, but company policy prohibitsfrom revealing the CEO's office to just anyone. I'm really sorry." Though Mia was mistaken, Brenna felt no irritation. She didn't want the Mitchell Group employees to know that their CEO had a girlfriend. If she shared that with Mia, it would spread like wildfire through the company.

Brenna preferred to keep things discreet.

She said, "I'm not here for a job interview. Just tellwhich floor Mr. Mitchell is on, I'll find my own way."

Frustration crept into Mia's tone as her politeness began to wane. "Without an appointment, you won't be able to meet Mr. Mitchell Being beautiful won't change that. Mr. Mitchell is not lacking in admirers.

Brenna, you should take my advice and leave. Mr. Mitchell is out of your league."