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    One of them stepped forward and asked, “Miss, are you here for entertainment or looking for someone?”


    Brenna gave them a cool look. The way they stood—firm and alert—suggested they had either received training in fighting or had a military background. Choosing not to create any trouble, she answered their question and provided the private room number where Ethan was supposed to be.


    One guard spoke into the inte on his shoulder. After checking with someone on the sixth floor, he finally stepped aside and let Brenna through. The moment Brenna stepped inside, she was hit by the overwhelming disy of wealth mixed with indecency. Even in the elevator, a half-dressed woman clung to a man’s side while his hands roamed her back without shame. Neither of them seemed to care who was watching.


    Brenna, repulsed, reached into her purse, pulled out a mask, and slipped it over her face. She also put on sunsses, as if shielding herself from what she was looking at.


    A deep crease formed between her brows. Why on earth would Ethan choose a ce like this for business?


    Suddenly, a thought struck her hard—was Neville calling her here to pull Ethan out of some woman’s bed?


    She hated everything about this ce. Once the elevator doors slid open on the sixth floor, her senses were assaulted again. Both sides of the hallway were lined with women in provocative outfits, leaning casually against the walls. The thick smell of cheap perfume hung heavy in the air, enough to make her stomach turn.


    The women, dressed to draw every eye, looked more like items up for sale. They lined the hallway on either side, silent, ready to be called the moment someone took an interest in them.


    They all nced at Brenna, eyes full of envy, noting her graceful presence and the designer outfit she wore.


    Brenna was dressed neatly, appearing somewhat out of ce here. With narrowed eyes, she scanned the hall for Neville.


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    “Miss Harper, over here.” Neville’s voice came from a few steps away. His face was serious, and his tone was apologetic. “I’m really sorry to drag you into a ce like this, but I didn’t have any other option. If you don’te, I don’t know how Mr. Mitchell could get out of here without doing anything indecent.”


    Brenna’s mood darkened further, and her face grew colder. “Why would he choose to be in a ce like this?”


    Neville lowered his voice as he responded, “We didn’t have much of a choice. The client demanded it. This deal involves tens of billions and affects severalpanies in Eshowana. If it weren’t for the stakes, we would’ve picked a proper ce for the meeting ourselves. Once you’re inside, you have to act mad and scold Mr. Mitchell.”


    As they moved toward the room, Neville continued, giving more details.


    “Whatever you see in there, don’t really get angry with Mr. Mitchell. The main thing is getting him out of this. He shows up at a lot of business events, sure, but he’s never once gone near other women. He actually finds that stuff disgusting. You have to believe him.”


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