The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 11 Chapter 11 I'll Give It SThought inside the car, Brens met the dy gere, her fingers tightening around her phone before she slipped it into her bapak Widow directly addressing his question, she kept her tone polite as she said, "Thanks for the ride hShe reached for the door handle, but when she pushed, the car door didn't budge. A flicker of unease passed through her as she turned back to him. "Mr. Mitchell, would you mind unlocking the door?" Ethan remained sexted, unmoving, His presence felt imposing, not just because of his stature but in the way he carried himself. His long fingers rested lightly on the steering wheel, while his other hand stretched across the console, casually placed on the back of Brenna's seat.

A wary feeling crept over Brenna, and she instinctively leaned against the car door, studying his face She regretted her decision now. If she had known he had ulterior motives, she never would have accepted this ride.

Noticing her discomfort, Ethan slowly withdrew his hand from the back of her seat, his movements deliberate. "Miss Harper, relax. I just wanted to discuss something with you," he said.

To Brenna, his words did little to ease her suspicion. A man who refused to let her out of the car even after they had arrived at their destination? He must be up to no good. Her fingers tightened around the pepper spray in her bag She wasn't the type to start trouble, but if he so much as moved inappropriately, she wouldn't hesitate to make him regret it.

She maintained her poise, reminding herself that resorting to force was a final option. Ethan wasn't just anyone - he was the world's wealthiest man, wielding immense power. It was wiser not to offend him without cause. Besides, he had just kindly given her a ride home.

She said, "Mr. Mitchell, I appreciate the ride today. I'll be sure to return the favor with a meal sometime." Ethan's voice was calm, almost amused. "That's not what this is about." He stared into her eyes and spoke evenly. "There's something you should know-our families have a longstanding marriage agreement. It was arranged by my grandfather and yours. For the past two years, my grandfather has urgedto fulfill that promise and marry a daughter from the Harper family. Given his declining health, he hopes I'll settle down soon. So, Miss Harper, I'd like you to consider the matter." Brenna blinked, processing his words. So that was what this was about. She wasn't just another Harper daughter- she was the Harper daughter he was expected to marry. The way he phrased it made it soun she had a choice, but his assertive tone suggested otherwise. He wanted her to consider it, but it was clear he expected her answer to be yes. So cocky.

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Bull, cha wasn't reckless the red tall he wen't going to let hay leave the ear if the outright refissed him T'll give it sthenga, krens eventually evid A subtle smile fuckered wross Ethan's lips as he absorbed her response.

It wasn't a rejection if anything, it suggested a level of interest, maybe even approval In his mind, give it sthought meant 'not refusing, and 'not refusing meant eventually agreeing That meant he could move forward with the proposal Perfect-everything was falling into place for him.

Satisfied with how smoothly things were progressing. Ethan unlocked the car door, his mood noticeably lighter. Brenna exhaled, relieved as she pushed the door open and stepped out. She glanced back briefly and thanked Ethan again. He gave her a brief nod before pulling away. Only when his car disappeared down the street did she turn toward the Harper residence.

Through the iron gate, Brenna took in the sheer size of the Harper estate. The ground was paved with pristine marble, leading to an elaborate rockery fountain positioned directly across from the entrance. The main house itself stood five stories tall, designed with a palatial elegance, its symmetrical structure exuding grandeur. The interior space had to exceed 1, 500 square meters-far grander than the Barrett family's townhouse.

Brenna's brow furrowed slightly. Hadn't the Barretts claimed the Harpers lived in a poor, remote village? Yet here they were, settled in one of the most expensive living districts in Shirie.

And earlier, Rosie had covered a bill worth over a hundred thousand dollars without so much as blinking Clearly, money wasn't an issue for the Harper family. The Barretts' so-called investigation of the Harper family had been utterly unreliable.

Brenna reached out and pressed the doorbell.

She then waited. The bell rang three times, but no one came. Sweat trickled down her temple as the relentless heat bore down on her.

Was no one home? Even if her parents and brothers were busy, a household this large had to have servants. There was no way the house was completely empty.

Were they deliberately refusing to let her in? Her patience wore thin. She decided to give them five minutes. If no one answered the door by then, she'd leave and never cback.

If they couldn't be bothered to welcher, why should she waste her ton them? Maybe they weren't much better than the Barretts. Maybe Rosie's actions reflected the family's true stance they simply want her back.

Inside the Harper family's house, a group of maids huddled near the window, peeking toward the entrance.

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"Miss Kelly, could that be Miss Harper at the gate? Should I go check?" Julia Collins, a maid in her early twenties, asked the housekeeper, Rachael Kelly, Rachael, a woman in her forties with a perfectly tailored uniform and an air of strict efficiency, shot Julia a sharp look

She waved her phone dismissively. "Don't talk nonsense. Miss Rosie Harper just called-she's still dining at Flavor Restaurant with Miss Harper. They won't be back for at least two more hours. So whoever's outside right now isn't Miss Harper." Julia hesitated. "But if that's not her, why does she keep ringing the bell?" she asked.

Rachael scoffed, crossing her arms, "Look at her clothes. She's dressed are.

worse than we are. Even though Miss Harper hasn't been fiving with the Harper family for years, she wouldn't be that poorly dressed. That person is clearly a beggar. Keep the gate shut, and don't let her in."