Chapter 10 How Do You n On Thanking Me


    Outside the restaurant.


    Brenna tilted her head slightly, a small smile ying on her lips as she looked at Ethan, who towered over her.


    "Thanks for today," she said.


    She could have handled the situation on her own, but having Ethan step in had made things easier for her. She figured he at least deserved a word of gratitude.


    Ethan''s lips curled at the corners, his expression thoughtful. There was something oddly familiar about the woman before him, though he couldn''t ce where he had seen her before. That was why he had interfered- otherwise, someone like him wouldn''t usually get involved in other people''s matters.


    But there was something else that intrigued him. Thatptop of hers. A model so rare, only five existed in the world. And he also happened to own one of them.


    He found himself naturally drawn to someone that exceptional.


    "So, Miss Harper, how do you n on thanking me?" Ethan said.


    Brenna hesitated for a beat. She had only been polite, but he seemed to be taking her words seriously. With no other option, she replied, "I''ll treat you to a meal another day."


    Ethan wasn''t one to leave things to chance. Another day could turn into


    "sometimeter", then into "whenever there is an opportunity", which might nevere.


    He pulled out his phone and offered a practical solution. "How about we exchange contact information? That


    way,


    when you


    decide to treat me, it''ll be easier for you to reach me."


    Brenna inwardly scoffed. Was he serious? Did the richest man in the world really need a free meal? And wasn''t someone like him supposed to be drowning in work, too busy to bother with things like this?


    Although she was highly skeptical of his intentions, she still took out her phone and exchanged contacts with


    him.


    "Ouch..."


    Just then, a sudden cry pierced the air. Brenna turned to see Rosie squatting on the ground, clutching her ankle, her face twisted in pain as she gazed up at Ethan with wide, pitiful eyes.


    "Ethan, I identally sprained my ankle,” she whimpered. "It hurts so much. Can you take me to the hos Sylvie and Vivian trailed behind, keeping their distance, making no effort to step in to assist Rosie.


    Ethan cast Rosie an indifferent nce before turning back to Brenna. “She sprained her ankle. She probably


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    needs to go to the hospital now..."


    Rosie''s heart soared the moment Ethan spoke, a wave of triumph washing over her. She thought Brenna was trying to seduce Ethan. She was determined to win Ethan back and see who he would choose now


    Convinced that Ethan would take her to the hospital and leave Brenna behind, she felt an almost sharine satisfaction settle in her chest.


    With a flirtatious flutter of hershes, she reached out, attempting to hold onto Ethan for support.


    But Ethan paused. He just studied Rosie for a moment before shifting his attention back to Brenna. His voice softened. "Since she can''t take you home, and you''ve just returned, you probably don''t know the way to the Harper family''s residence. I do. I can drive you there myself."


    Rosie''s expression froze. She clenched her fist in frustration. "Ethan! I sprained my ankle! Are you really not going to help me?"


    Ethan''s eyes swept over Sylvie and Vivian. "Aren''t these two your best friends? Why can''t they take you to the hospital?"


    Sylvie straightened immediately. "Mr. Mitchell, I actually have something important to do right now. I can''t take Rosie to the hospital. You should help her."


    Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away briskly.


    Seeing this, Vivian quickly said, "Oh, right! I have ns with my boyfriend. We''re going to a car show. Sorry, I need to go!"


    She hurried off, breaking into a jog as if eager to escape.


    With her two friends proving to be so tactful, Rosie felt a sense of satisfaction. Putting on her most pitiful expression, she looked up at Ethan and said, “Ethan, are you really going to leave me like this?"


    Without sparing her another nce, Ethan gave a simple order. "Neville, take her to the hospital."


    Then, without hesitation, he opened the car door for Brenna, gesturing for her to get in before moving to the


    driver''s seat.


    Neville stood frozen, eyes widening as he watched Ethan do that. Did he just see that correctly? The world''s richest man, the head of the Mitchell Group, was going to drive the car for a woman he had just met?


    He''rubbed his eyes. No, he was not hallucinating. This was actually happening.


    As the car window rolled down, Brenna leaned out slightly and shed Rosie a smirk, her voice yful. "Oh well, what can I say? Maybe people just like me."


    She cast a quick nce at Rosie''s ankle-it was definitely swollen. Rosie had really sprained it. But why did it have to happen now of all times? She didn''t know. The luxury car glided smoothly along the road. Brenna scrolled through her phone, replying to messages.


    Just then, Ethan answered a call. “Is Mr. Pierce really unwilling to make a house call?" he asked, refe Cuthbert Pierce, the legendary physician.


    The voice on the other end replied, "He''s over ny. He hasn''t made house calls


    in years. But he has an apprentice a very skilled one. If we can find them, they could treat your grandfather just as well."


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    Ethan''s expression darkened. "No matter the cost, find them. Offer ten million. If they refuse, double it. If that doesn''t work, offer a hundred million."


    The car turned into a residential area just as Brenna''s phone rang. She answered the call, pressing the device to her ear. "What brings you to call me?"


    The voice on the other end was deep and smooth, carrying a quiet authority. “Someone''s offering ten million for you to treat a patient. Interested?"


    Brenna''s fingers tightened slightly around her phone. Her eyes instinctively flicked


    to Ethan. No way. It couldn''t be that much of a coincidence, could it?


    She had just left the Barrett family and could use the money.


    And considering Ethan had helped her today, perhaps she should help him to show her gratitude.


    "I''ll do it," Brenna said.


    She ended the call just as the car pulled up in front of a mansion.


    Ethan didn''t move to get out. Instead, he turned and stared at Brenna. There was something unreadable in his expression, something that made her uneasy. Then, he asked, "Did you know there''s a marriage arrangement between the Mitchell family and the Harper family?"


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