Chapter 437: Every executive in the room heard the ringtone. Stifled smiles spread as incredulous eyes turned toward Ethan.
Their ice-cold CEO had such a ringtone? This revelation had them silently reassessing their leader with amused glances.
Ethan himself was also shocked. Brenna had never taken the initiative to call him since he had set this ringtone months ago.
Recently, she had not reached out to him, and he had forgotten about this ringtone.
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Ethan's lips curled, not in embarrassment, but in quiet joy.
Documents forgotten, he answered the call.
"Hello, Brenna." The warmth in his voice shocked his team.
Executives exchanged stunned looks upon seeing Ethan's gentle smile. Could their human glacier actually melt? Every ear strained to catch a word from the phone, but not a syllable was decipherable.
"Wait there. I'm on my way," Ethan said.
Hanging up, he glanced at his watch. It was half past eleven in the morning. "Morning session adjourned. We'll reconvene at 13:30." He then strode out without another word.
The executives erupted in a frenzy.
"That was definitely a woman on the other end of the line!" "Our boss has a girlfriend!" "Who could stand his icy demeanor?" gvlnov.on - С☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐ ☐☐☐☐ "I heard a rumor, his girlfriend is the daughter of the Harper family..." "Details! Spill them now!" In the lobby, as Brenna put her phone away, two guards approached, having purposefully waited for her "fake call" to wrap up.
These young guards showed no respect for Brenna, their expressions dripping with disdain.
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"Nice performance," one of the guards sneered first. "Dialing random numbers and pretending it's Mr.
Mitchell? Who'd buy that?"
The second guard stepped uncomfortably close to Brenna. "We see your type all the time. I've witnessed worse. There was a girl worse.
N. camped out by Mr. Mitchell's parking spot, stalking his schedule. She was pretty enough and thought her looks could win him over. You know what happened? We kicked her out. We won't be gentle with shameless gold diggers like that." He impatiently gestured toward the exit, delivering an ultimatum. "If you don't want to be forced out, I suggest you leave now."
Mia said to Brenna with feigned concern, "A dropout like you? You're not even fit to polishXMP. Mitchell's O shoes. No offense, but that's just the way it is. I just want you to face reality."