RedNovelChapter 415: Saying this, she clung to Ernst's arm.
Ernst remained silent. He didn't want Jade to know about his family affairs, so he neither confirmed nor denied Sabine's words.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNearby, the staff were setting up a grill, and the seafood was brought over to the table. Crates of vintage wine were also arranged nearby.
Jade clapped her hands with feigned cheer. "Let's move past the conflict. We're here to celebrate our partnership, aren't we?" She fixed her gaze on Ethan. "Since I saved your life in Norview, you owe me. Grill with me. That's all I'm asking. It's not too much, right?" Ethan nodded in response.
Jade laughed. "Good. After we eat, we'll go fishing in international waters." As the others headed toward the grill, Jade stepped in front of Brenna to stop her. Then, turning to Ethan, she said, "I want to have a word with Miss Harper in private. You wouldn't mind, would you?" Ethan subtly nodded before walking away.
Jade strolled to the edge of the deck with Brenna. Her fingers curled around the railing as she stared at the waves. "You haven't been engaged to Ethan yet, right?" "No," Brenna answered calmly.
"Good. That means we're competing fairly," Jade said, a wider smile spreading across her face. She then leaned back against the railing. "I can also pursue Ethan, right?" Brenna studied her. Jade's audacity surprised her.
"Are you askingto step aside?" she asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Would you?" Jade challenged.
Brenna chuckled. "Not a chance. Ethan is one of a kind. To me, he's the best man in the world. Miss Hewitt, you've got good taste." galnov.kon - ☐☐☐☐ ☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐ ☐☐ In Braeden's office, he transmitted the newly received system to the relevant units. “First, update the special forces' system for testing. If the performance checks out, deploy it to all helicopters." As he set down the phone, another call cthrough. He answered immediately. "Braeden speaking."
"Miss Harper's signal dropped in international waters,” said the voice on the other end urgently. "Her last known coordinates have been sent to your phone. Beyond that point, we can't track her or guarantee protection. We request immediate backup."
Aboard a speedboat, Morton Sugden watched the distant luxury yacht through his binoculars. His grip.
tightened as the vessel disappeared Q from view. As an agent, he understood the stakes. Brenna wasn't just a civilian; she was a genius in aerospace design, a national asset. Losing her was not an option.
Braeden's screen lit up with coordinates and a grainy image of the yacht. Within informents.
He m relayed the information to a special ops commander. "Names of everyone on board," he demanded, pen in hand. Morton's voice crackled over the satellite link as he listed the passengers. When the call ended, he waited for orders.
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