MainNovelChapter 434: Fortunately, the two bathrooms in his duplex made it possible for them to shower at the stime.
Meanwhile, after taking a shower, Brenna headed to her room when Julia appeared, offering a plate of grapes. "Ms. Harper, Mrs. Harper wants you to prepare for a weekend trip to visit your grandfather. She couldn't reach you earlier and requested you call her back." Brenna responded coolly, "I'll keep that in mind. Are there any other updates from the household?" "Everything is fine,” Julia replied. "Though Mrs. Harper seemed troubled after her visit with Rosie yesterday. At dinner, she mentioned to your father that Rosie had been complaining to your grandfather about you." Brenna nodded, having already expected this. Rosie was known for causing whenever she felt overlooked. Unfamiliar with Luther's current attitude, Brenna prepared herself for possible criticism during her upcoming visit to him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter calling Giselle, Brenna muted her phone and slept, missing calls from Sabine.
She woke later to see a series of missed calls from unknown numbers and messages from Greta.
Brenna was clad in a navy blue chiffon blouse that flowed gracefully, paired with matching trousers that danced lightly with her movements. Her white sneakers added a touch of casual aura, while her wavy hair tumbled freely down her back like a waterfall of silk.
Julia presented the lunchbox with both hands, her expression earnest. "Ms. Harper, everything is ready just as you asked. The dishes were all neatly packed in thermal containers.” "Thank you, Julia," Brenna replied with a cheerful smile, her heart light as she drove toward the Mitchell Group headquarters. The yacht incident had crystallized her thoughts about Ethan-he was a decent man worth her attention.
As Brenna entered the soaring, tech-savvy lobby, the lunchbox cradled in her arms, she stepped lightly, taking in her surroundings.
The Mitchell Group's office building exuded a futuristic vibe, with sleek humanoid robots gliding through the lobby.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Job applicants can proceed to Elevator One for the tenth floor," a female-voiced android announced as Brenna walked past.
"I am not here to apply for a job," Brenna replied, her gaze lingering on the robots' impressive design and AI capabilities, especially as one patiently answered questions from eager candidates.
Behind the front desk, four impeccably dressed receptionists-two men and two women-maintained perfect smiles, their polished appearances reflecting the Mitchell Group's ethos.
Approaching one of the female receptionists, Brenna said coolly, "Excuse me. Could you tellwhere Mr. Mitchell's office is located?"
Four pairs of eyes flicked toward her, momentarily clouded withcondescension.
Yet, professionalism soon took over, and the receptionist said to Brenna, "Miss, dalyou have an appointment?"
As the receptionist studied Brenna, a flicker of recognition sparked in her expression. Before Brenna could reply, the receptionist's face brightened. "Are you Brenna Barrett?"
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