Chapter 725:


    On Wednesday, Shirie was drenched in a relentless downpour. Brenna drove herself to work today. Her parents had firmly insisted the day before that she avoid letting Ethan drive her, and Brenna herself recognized the impracticality of the arrangement.


    After all, Ethan’s presence at the Mitchell Group headquarters was irregr. His days were typically filled with meetings, site inspections, and business negotiations at various branch offices, leaving his schedule perpetually packed. He didn’te to headquarters often, so it wasn’t convenient for him to drive her every day.


    As November brought cooler temperatures, Brenna chose long pants and a jacket for work. Just as she entered the ground floor lobby and began folding her umbre, someone suddenly collided forcefully with her from behind.


    With a distinct tter, her umbre dropped to the floor. Brenna looked up to see a man hurrying past, not sparing her even a backward nce, much less offering an apology.


    “Mr. Mitchell!” The four receptionists at the front desk greeted him with formal politeness.


    After the man entered the elevator, one receptionist turned to her colleagues with evident confusion. “Why has Mr. Mitchell changed his hairstyle today? Itcks the elegance of his usual style.”


    Another said, “Indeed, Mr. Mitchell is behaving oddly today. He passed by Miss Harper without even speaking to her.” The first receptionist approached Brenna, who was still momentarily bewildered, picked up her umbre for her, and asked, “Are you alright, Miss Harper?”


    Brenna watched the man in the ck suit enter the elevator. When he turned around, recognition dawned—it was Kenny.


    What was he doing here?


    Mitchell family members rarely visited Ethan’spany for two clear reasons. One was that most Mitchell men traditionally pursued military careers, living disciplined and discreet lives. The other was that the Mitchell Group was Ethan’s ownpany, not a family enterprise, so family members only appeared for significant matters and never interfered in Ethan’s business.


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    Neville noticed the receptionists engaged in gossip and was displeased. The receptionists were startled to see Ethan. The male receptionist farthest from the entrance stepped forward to intercept him. He confirmed it was indeed Ethan, sporting his usual hairstyle.


    He spoke nervously. “Mr. Mitchell, there’s a situation. Someone who looks exactly like you just came in, though with a different hairstyle and wearing a ck suit. He seemed angry.”


    “It must be Kenny!” Ethan immediately understood.


    The male receptionist asked, “Should we send security to apany you upstairs?”


    “Have security go upstairs in five minutes,” Ethan ordered as he hurried toward the elevator, heading to the top floor.


    When Kenny exited the elevator, he quickly surveyed the simpleyout: the CEO’s office, the secretarial department, and tworge conference rooms.


    He easily identified Ethan’s office and approached it with purpose. The door was ajar, and ni was inside organizing materials.


    ni turned and noticed Kenny immediately. She instantly realized he wasn’t Ethan, knowing Ethan’s preferences well and certain he would never wear such an unfashionable hairstyle.


    “May I ask who you’re looking for?” she inquired.


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