The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 416:

On the yacht, the armed personnel stood with weapons raised, eyes scanning the horizon. One guard held a tablet displaying live radar imaging, capable of detecting movement within a three-hundred-mile radius.

Jade approached the guard watching the radar. “Status?”

“All clear. No vessels or aircraft within 300 miles. Underwater scans are clean, too,” the guard reported.

Satisfied, Jade turned back to the guests with a perfect smile. “Ladies, I invited the heirs to discuss a business deal.” She gestured to the lavish spread. “Please, enjoy yourselves while we hold a quick discussion inside. It won’t take long.”

Ethan and Jayceon exchanged glances. Why haul them out to international waters just for a business deal? Something felt off.

Though cautious, neither Denis nor Ernst raised objections. They had been informed beforehand that the business deal promised tens of billions in annual profits—a lure too strong to resist.

Anyone would have found it hard to walk away from that kind of money. Isabella beamed and quickly said, “We’ll take care of the barbecue! It’ll be ready by the time you’re done.”

Ethan met Brenna’s eyes, then gave her hand a light squeeze. He discreetly pressed a small, solid object into her palm. “Grill me some bluefin tuna. It’s my favorite.”

Brenna nodded, closing her fingers around the object. Since when did Ethan care about food? There was clearly a hidden meaning behind his words. Bluefin tuna came with a steep price tag, especially when flown in fresh from abroad. Its rich taste and rarity only drove the cost higher.

But for the four great families, it was nothing more than a common ingredient. Nearby, Sabine, Isabella, and Fay all drooled at the sight of the prized fish. It was a luxury they had only ever dreamed of tasting before.

Jade’s laugh rang out. “You seem so reluctant to leave Brenna’s side, Mr. Mitchell. Don’t worry; you will be back in no time.”

Ethan walked past her without so much as a glance. Then the others followed him into the cabin.

The door shut with a firm click. Two armed guards quickly took position outside. Their posture left no doubt—no one was getting through.

The object Ethan had given Brenna was a micro intercom. She put it in her ear and pressed the recording button.

She recognized the tech immediately. It was military-grade. Braeden had gifted her a set after their work on the helicopter project.

At the banquet table, the women faced an extravagant display of seafood. A whole bluefin tuna lay in the center. Around it, exotic shellfish and glistening prawns were arranged, all ready for the grill.

Sabine, Fay, and Isabella didn’t know how to cook.

Isabella glanced at the spread of seafood and seasonings. “What are we supposed to do with all this?”

Sabine looked just as lost. Her barbecues with colleagues usually involved lamb or beef. Nothing like this.

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