Chapter 166 Acknowledge Publicly That He''s Your S...


    Brenna looked up to see a strikingly young and attractive woman, likely in her early twenties. She had chestnut -colored wavy hair and wore a professional yet friendly smile, clutching a phone.


    "Who are you?" Brenna asked, sensing the woman was probably a secretary rather than an executive.


    Brenna was scheduled to give a lecture today, and the Harper Group was supposed to provide two assistants. Yet, as she nearedpletion of her setup, there had been no one from the Harper Group to wee her. It seemed unusual for such arge corporation, especially since she was the chairman''s daughter.


    Something felt off. Brenna''s gaze hardened as she studied the woman, who showed no signs of nervousness or remorse. There was even a slight hint of gloating in her demeanor.


    "I''m the special assistant to Mr. Harper. My name is Sabine Gordon, and Mr. Harper sent me to help you." Sabine introduced herself confidently, her eyes sharp, asionally flicking to Brenna''sputer screen, evidently waiting for something specific to disy.


    "You''rete," Brenna said inly, dismissing Sabine''s earlier mention of an issue and highlighting her tardiness.


    She confronted Sabine directly, saying, "You should have been here to greet me the moment I arrived at the Harper Group. Do you realize the inconvenience caused by your dy?"


    She then motioned towards herputer. "The equipment wasn''t even pre- tested. Is this what one shot? expect from Ernst''s special assistant?"


    Brenna''s voice was amplified through her microphone, making her voice audible to everyone in the room. The hall buzzed with whispers, painting the Harper Group employees as unprofessional.


    Still, some people felt sympathy for Sabine, thinking Brenna was being overly harsh to Sabine.


    Sabine, clearly upset, nced at her colleagues in the audience who appeared embarrassed for her.


    She hurriedly said to Brenna, "Miss Harper, there was an unforeseen dy, which caused myte arrival. I am addressing it urgently."


    She handed her phone to Brenna, disying several active chat groups within the Harper Group, buzzing with discussions about Brenna''s son than their work.


    A brief look of satisfaction shed across Sabine''s face as she anticipated Brenna''s reaction, eager to see how she would handle the revtions in front of the Harper Group''s engineers and guests.


    Brenna grabbed Sabine''s phone and quickly scrolled through the messages. As she did that, she found countless insults about her having a child out of wedlock, with some iming she had no right to give them a lecture. If her father weren''t the chairman of the Harper Group, those people might have even gone as far as


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    insulting her family.


    After scrolling through more messages, Brenna discovered photos of herself with Patrick.


    "Patrick,e over here," Brenna said to Patrick, who was engrossed in ying with his model.


    Patrick dashed over with enthusiasm. "Brenna, what''s up?"


    Despite his young age and focus on his toys, Patrick had overheard Sabine conversation with Brenna.


    "Look," Brenna said, holding up the phone for Patrick to see. "People are badmouthing us in the chat groups. Go


    deal with them for me."


    Patrick''s cheerful expression turned serious as he studied the screen. Even though he hadn''t officially started


    school, he could read most of the words.


    These people were saying bad things about Brenna; they were mean!


    Brenna was a good person. They shouldn''t have said something like that about her.


    Patrick nodded with determination and said, "I''ll take care of this!"


    Brenna ruffled Patrick''s hair. "I trust you! Solve this, and I''ll make you something tastyter!" she said.


    Patrick shook his head in excitement. "I don''t want something to eat; I want that model! It''s the best one I''ve


    evere across!" he said.


    Brenna looked at the car model on the table and gave a slight nod. "It''s yours, but you''ll have to wait till after my lecture to get it," she said.


    Patrick quickly agreed, checked Sabine''s phone for other chat groups, noted the software name and group details, and then hurried to use Brenna''sputer. His fingers danced across the keyboard, his face set in a serious and constrated expression, showcasing a surprising level of proficiency and focus.


    Sabine was unaware of Patrick''s capabilities. She couldn''t understand why Brenna wasn''t directly addressing the scandalous messages but instead was allowing a child to y with herputer.


    She asked disapprovingly, “Miss Harper, shouldn''t you be finding a way to deal with this situation?"


    Brenna responded coldly, "These are the Harper Group''s work group chats. You''re a senior secretary here and supposed to coordinate my activities. Isn''t it part of your job to resolve such issues?"


    Sabine felt uneasy for a moment but quickly came up with a n. She said, "I''ve already sent people to address it. I was just wondering if you might want to exin. After all, the child does look like you. Maybe you could just acknowledge publicly that he''s your son. You are the chairman''s daughter; even if you have an illegitimate. child, people won''t criticize you too harshly."