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    At that, Ethan’s brows knitted into a slight frown. Just hearing about that kind of diet made his chest tighten with worry a little. Unhealthy junk food every day? That wasn’t good for Brenna, who was already burning herself out with overwork. He was concerned for her.


    Ethan’s brows knitted together as he pulled out his phone, thumbing across the screen with a frown. He muttered under his breath,


    “Brenna can’t keep living off takeout. It’s greasy and unhealthy, and half the time, it tastes bad…”


    “Yeah, the takeout doesn’t evene close to the restaurants downstairs. But we order from that ce quite often, and the food is alright,” Greta hurriedly replied, catching sight of Ethan already tapping in an order.


    Without lifting his eyes from the screen, Ethan inquired,


    “How many people work here?”


    “Twenty-five,” Greta answered, bending down to retrieve a disposable cup from thepact cab nestled beneath the coffee table. She then made her way outside to prepare a cup of coffee for Ethan.


    Returning, she presented the coffee to him with both hands, her voice earnest.


    “Mr. Mitchell, there’s still over half an hour until lunch. Have some coffee first. Don’t worry; the coffee is good—Brenna’s friend sent the coffee beans from Heteron.”


    Ethan gave a subtle nod and cautiously took a sip from the paper cup. To his surprise, the coffee was excellent—rich, smooth, and aromatic. It even outshined some of the premium brands he kept stocked in his office.


    With a quick nce at the coffee, he said,


    “Pack some of the coffee beans for me.”


    Greta’s eyes sparkled with delight as she was happy to serve Ethan. She hurried to the small pantry outside, retrieved a tin can wrapped in in brown packaging from the cab, and ced it carefully into Ethan’s hands.


    Ethan examined the can, his brow knitting in confusion. The script on the packaging was unfamiliar to him, its characters dancing beyond hisprehension, and the brand was foreign.


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    “Don’t bother with takeout today. I already ordered food for everyone,” he said, his tone casual but firm.


    Seizing the rare chance to stay close to Ethan, Gretatched onto the conversation, her words spilling out naturally as she stuck to the topic she knew Ethan cared most about—Brenna. She kept chatting animatedly, peppering in little details, her voice enthusiastic, until the delivery finally arrived, right on cue with Brenna finishing her work and walking over.


    Greta, unwilling to let the moment slip away, continued cheerfully,


    “Brenna’s honestly so down-to-earth. You’d never guess shees from a rich family.”


    She eats the same food we do, shares everything without a second thought. Even the coffee beans? They were a gift from her friend, but she just tossed them in the pantry for everyone to enjoy.


    Just then, Brenna walked in. She furrowed her brows at that.


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