?Chapter 974:


    Sliding into the seat across from her, Brenna offered a grateful smile. “Thanks for saving this spot. Don’t worry about the bill; I’ll take care of it. You can head back now.”


    With a nod, Lorna got up. “Thanks, Brenna. I’ll get going.” She didn’t ask why Brenna hade here, but she did notice that Brenna’s makeup was different today, bolder and more striking than usual.


    gging down a waiter, Brenna was greeted by a young man who couldn’t have been much older than twenty-five. His apron bore the restaurant’s logo, and his manners were impable as he noticed Brenna’s beauty.


    He handed over the menu with a polite nod.


    Brenna soon ced her order.


    She ordered enough for two, knowing her lunchpanion, arranged by her mother, would arrive by the time the dishes arrived.


    Waiting for her food, Brenna distracted herself by scrolling through her phone. At nearly noon, Ethan stepped out of the elevator and knocked on Brenna’s office door.


    Greta and Lorna walked over together. Lorna rolled her eyes at Greta. “You’re stealing my job again. Your work is design and client follow-ups. Weing guests is my responsibility.”


    Greta shot back without hesitation, “Mind your own business.” The two of them reached Ethan almost simultaneously.


    Greta was quick to inform him, “Mr. Mitchell, Brenna’s not here right now. She has stepped out.”


    Lorna pursed her lips and gave a faint smile. Brenna hadn’t told anyone but her where she had gone, so Lorna was curious to see if Greta could tell Ethan where she was.


    Lorna stayed quiet.


    Ethan opened the office door himself, finding the office empty.


    “Where did Brenna go?” he asked.


    Greta shook her head. “I wish I could tell you, Mr. Mitchell. But honestly, I have no idea. If you want, I can try calling her now.”


    Ethan’s response was frosty. “Don’t bother. I’ll call her myself.”


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    Grabbing his phone, he dialed Brenna’s number. The line rang and rang, but she ignored the call, letting it end automatically.


    Only then did Lorna turn to Greta. “So, you have no clue where Brenna has gone, right?”


    Annoyance crept into Greta’s tone. “Wait, do you know? Why didn’t you just tell Mr. Mitchell straight away? His time is valuable, you know.”


    Lorna nced at the clock on the wall—11:55. Brenna had specifically said not to reveal her location to Ethan until 12:30.


    She arched an eyebrow. “She just mentioned she was going out for lunch nearby. She never said which restaurant she was going to.”


    Ethan’s expression remained cold. “You didn’t ask her which restaurant she was going to?”


    The weight of Ethan’s stare nearly made Lorna cave, but Brenna’s instructions held firm in her mind. “I honestly don’t know. But her makeup looked extra bold today, so she is probably having lunch with someone important.”


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