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The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 436
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Chapter 436: 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." "You don't have to worry about that," Brenna stated evenly. "Mr. Mitchell will see me." Had she not wanted to give Ethan a surprise, she wouldn't have wasted tjustifying herself to a receptionist. Yet, for now, she exercised patience with Mia.

But Brenna's confidence cacross as the aura of an arrogant mistress to Mia. The news of the Barrett Group's bankruptcy only intensified Mia's disdain. She knew Brenna was no longer the daughter of a wealthy family but just another ordinary woman like her.

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The Harper surnheld no weight for Mia. It was clear to her that Brenna was trying to seduce Ethan by coming here.

With a tone dripping in derision, Mia shot back, "Don't get ahead of yourself. Our headquarters is filled with dozens of beauties; none of them attract Mr. Mitchell's special attention. If every smitten employee demanded meetings, Mr. Mitchell would be swamped from dawn to dusk. Unless you have genuine business, I suggest you leave. We still have work to do here." Mia's patience had reached its end.

Abandoning the surprise, Brenna grabbed her phone and called Ethan.

Mia exchanged knowing smirks with a male colleague. "A fake call to Mr. Mitchell, I see," she muttered. "We get these gold-digging types every day. Only our school connection keepsfrom calling security on her." The male receptionist let out a cold chuckle. "Social media delusions, if you ask me. These girls always think billionaires are chasing after pretty faces. They all believe they stand a chance. But billionaires aren't fools; they prefer substance over superficial charm." "Should we get her out of here quickly? She might stir up trouble later," Mia said.

Nodding, the male colleague reached for his rato summon security.

In the conference room, Ethan was in the midst of a meeting with the company's executives.

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Managers from various branches and several shareholders sat around the long conference table, hanging on Ethan's every word.

"Our robotics R&D has made significant strides, successfully launching over a dozen industrial, and commercial robot models. Within the next quarter, we'll roll out a full market release to gauge consumer response and make the necessary adjustments..."

Ethan was meticulously laying out the corporate strategy when a öm distinctive ringtone pierded the air from his dress shirt pocket. He had assigned a special ringtone for Brenna's calls. The sugary recording echoed. "Honey, do you miss me? I miss you so much..."

The Mitchell Group's strict meeting protocol dictated that phones ben silenced+no calls or messages allowed.