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    Minna’s eyes lit up. “Did you manage to get tickets? I heard the front ten rows go for ten grand. They’re nearly impossible to get.”


    Bess let out a sigh. “I managed to get a ticket, but the seat is awful. I’ll probably need binocrs just to see him.”


    Once the vegetables were sorted, Brenna gathered them into a bowl and moved toward the sink.


    Just then, her phone began to ring—a video call.


    Ethan, finished with his work, took the bowl from her hands. “I’ll handle these. Go answer your call.”


    Brenna rinsed her hands and finally picked up the call that had been ringing loud enough for everyone to hear. Bess and Minna exchanged a look, convinced Brenna had been ignoring it on purpose.


    The two whispered to each other with a sneer, talking about Brenna with disdain.


    When Brenna finally answered the video call, Dalton’s face filled the screen. He wore a powdered wig and historical costume, looking even more striking than usual.


    “Dalton, are you filming?” Brenna asked, surprised.


    It had been a while since she had seen him; he had been busy recently, and even his calls had be scarce.


    While having his makeup removed by staff, Dalton still managed to make the video call. “We wrapped up today, I’ll be home tonight. I tried calling Mom but got nothing. Any idea where she is?”


    Brenna shook her head. “I think she went to the estate. Our parents and uncle are trying to convince Grandma to move in with them. They’re worried about her living alone.”


    Dalton caught sight of the unfamiliar setting behind Brenna. “Where are you?” he asked.


    “I’m at Ethan’s grandmother’s ce.” Brenna flipped the camera to show Ethan at the sink, washing vegetables.


    Dalton’s brows shot up. “The richest man in the world doing kitchen chores? This is the kind of thing that would make headlines!”


    Ethan nced over, a small smirk on his lips. “Hey, superstar, what have you been up to? Need any sponsorship?”


    “You bet I am,” Daltonughed. “Endorsements, sponsorships—hook me up, Ethan.”


    Bess, who had been scrambling to get concert tickets, lit up at the mention of a superstar. She hurried over to Ethan and asked eagerly, “Ethan, is yourpany working with any celebrities? Can you score me an autograph?”


    She caught a fleeting glimpse of the man on Brenna’s screen and instantly froze, recognition dawning. Before she could react, Brenna angled the phone away and carried on chatting with Dalton. “What would you like for dinner tonight?”


    Bess approached Brenna, disbelief etched on her face. “Is that… Dalton? Are you actually talking to Dalton? You know him?”


    Her eyes darted toward Ethan, who stayed focused on the vegetables, seemingly not paying attention to her and Brenna.


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