?Chapter 842:


    The following morning, Brenna was in her office reviewing design drafts when her phone rang.


    She didn’t recognize the number. Answering the call, she said, “Hello?”


    A familiar voice greeted her. “Miss Harper, this is Minna…”


    There was a note of hesitation, almost embarrassment, in Minna’s voice. “Please don’t misunderstand this; I’m not calling to stir up trouble for you. I just have a small favor to ask.”


    Brenna didn’t have a good impression of Minna, and her tone was cold. “What is it that you want?”


    “I’d rather discuss it in person. It’s hard to exin over the phone. I’ll wait for you at the café below the Mitchell Group building,” Minna said, sounding sincere. She was no longer arrogant like before.


    Brenna pondered for a moment. With Minna and Kenny’s engagement banqueting up soon, she wondered what Minna wanted now. Was there going to be ast-minute change to the engagement banquet?


    Inside the café on the ground floor, a low hum of conversation filled the space as two women sat across from each other. A waiter approached, setting down two cups of coffee and a pair of beautifully ted desserts, each one topped with a glossy cherry.


    Rather than digging in, Brenna focused on Minna. Something about her seemed off. She was about to get engaged, something she should be happy about, but she seemed downcast.


    Minna’s makeup was wless, her earrings were beautiful, and her fitted dress ttered her slender figure with refined elegance. Despite this, she appeared preupied, her gaze fixed on the coffee she was stirring absentmindedly.


    Brenna said nothing. She simply waited for Minna to speak.


    After a while, Minna looked up. Her voice was soft. “Miss Harper… You look stunning.”


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    That caught Brenna off guard. “I’ve always looked like this,” she replied smoothly. “But you’re glowing today, too. Congrattions on your uing engagement.”


    A tight smile crossed Minna’s lips. “Yeah… I’m getting engaged soon.” However, she didn’t like Kenny. He was too domineering andcked gentleness. He didn’t understand a girl’s heart or know how to be romantic. Most importantly, he wasn’t as wealthy as Ethan.


    If she had a choice, she would still prefer to marry Ethan. But she didn’t have that choice.


    Reaching the end of her patience, Brenna gave a polite smile and said, “If you have something to say, Minna, just get to the point.”


    This café wasn’t new to her. She had visited a few times before and had grown fond of their rich coffee and delicate pastries. She took a neat bite of her dessert, savoring the vor, content to enjoy herself.


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