The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 467:

Thinking she and Ethan were alike, she was certain that in time, Ethan would be hers.

“Given how unpredictable life is,” Jade said, “can you really be so certain?”

Brenna smiled, but her eyes remained cold. “My youth and beauty give me the advantage. You, on the other hand, don’t have that. Ethan wouldn’t want to be with you no matter what.”

Jade’s anger was clear as she exclaimed, “How dare you say that!”

Ethan’s quiet laughter acknowledged Brenna’s boldness. “This is exactly why I love her,” he said.

He placed a drumstick on Brenna’s plate and said, “Dealing with Jade must be exhausting for you. You should have some protein.”

After lunch, Ethan accompanied Brenna back to her studio. He entered her office with her and closed the door behind them. Then, he quickly called his father.

“Dad, why is Jade free already? Weren’t there hundreds of kilos of drugs found on her yacht? How could they release her with such serious charges?”

A heavy sigh came through the phone. “Do you remember the agent we lost six months ago? He’s vital to our operations. We had to secure his release, and trading Jade was the only way to get him back.”

Ethan listened to his father, lost in thought.

Ethan was taken aback by the Ward family’s audacity. Jade had just been freed through a trade, yet instead of fleeing to Norview, she and her family boldly remained here.

“Be cautious. There are probably bigger plans at work,” Emmett warned Ethan. “The Ward family wouldn’t stay without a good reason.”

As their conversation ended, a message from Jade popped up on Ethan’s phone—an invitation to a hiking trip the next day.

With a swift gesture, Ethan muted his phone.

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Seeing this, Brenna said to him, “You should agree. It’s time to find out what Jade is planning.”

Thiago finished his work at both studios and glanced at his watch. It was well past ten in the evening. He grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair and left, carrying the weight of a long day on his shoulders.

At a nearby street stall, he bought two sandwiches. He figured Ellie might still be awake, and they could share a midnight snack.

The fingerprint scanner at Ellie’s door let him in without any trouble. But as he stepped inside, he froze. An older woman with silver hair stood nearby in satin sleepwear. Her glare could cut through steel.

Thiago took a step back and double-checked the apartment number. “I am indeed in the right place,” he murmured.

Tori studied him carefully. He was sharply dressed and holding a bag. He moved like someone who belonged here. Clearly, he was not Jayceon. Raising a slipper, ready to strike, she demanded, “Who the hell are you?”

Thiago’s sharp gaze softened as he considered something. “You must be the housekeeper Ellie hired,” he said.

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