The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 463:

Brenna chuckled softly. “I’m not worthy of being an honorary professor, but I’ll do the lectures. I could use some of their top graduates at my studio anyway — orders have been piling up lately.”

“I’ll notify the dean that you’ve agreed. The lectures will begin in October.” Giselle then detailed Shirie University’s mechanical engineering program, which was top-ranked in Vanland and globally.

“I’ll prepare properly, then,” Brenna said. Even for her, lecturing at this level required serious preparation. Two weeks should be enough.

The following days blurred together. With the fighter jet prototype entering a critical design phase, Brenna’s team pulled all-nighters. She only had time to reply to messages when she returned home at night.

She realized Greta had messaged her almost every day. Brenna just replied curtly.

“I’m about to graduate next year with my Master’s in Mechanical Engineering. Could I intern at your studio instead of taking the school’s placement?” Greta sent another message.

In her dorm, Greta prepared for bed, frowning at her phone. Brenna’s replies were always late and often very brief.

Annoyance simmered inside her. She thought Brenna was being rude.

“We don’t take interns. Sorry,” Brenna finally responded.

Greta didn’t hesitate. Her fingers flew across the screen as she sent Brenna photos of her award certificates.

Her mother had told her that, even though Brenna’s studio was small, they handled contracts rivaling multinational firms.

Her mother also believed that within two years, Brenna’s team would achieve global recognition.

The team’s future looked bright.

That was why Greta desperately wanted to join.

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Greta sent another message: “Please take a look at these. My credentials speak for themselves. I’ll excel at any task.”

Brenna finally took time to review Greta’s resume and had to admit it was impressive.

“You’re welcome to try. I’ll have Tommy McCoy, the head of the studio, contact you soon,” Brenna replied.

What Brenna hadn’t expected was to see Greta at her office door the very next day. At noon, Ethan was inviting Brenna to lunch when Greta appeared with a backpack.

“Brenna, I’m here!” Greta beamed. Then, catching sight of Ethan, she masked her excitement with perfectly timed politeness. “Mr. Mitchell.”

Her original plan had been different. She had intended to apply for the Mitchell Group’s secretary position, which would have placed her near Ethan.

But her mother had pointed out that the Mitchells were a military family. Their secretaries had excellent educational backgrounds, and there had never been a scandal involving any Mitchell family member and their secretaries.

If Greta wanted to get close to Ethan, becoming his secretary wouldn’t achieve that.noveldrama

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