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    Brenna responded with a mocking chuckle. “You will do whatever I say? You run the Mitchell Group. You’re the richest man in the world. I wouldn’t dare tell you what to do. Someone as distinguished and wealthy as you should be with Gracie, who’s from the powerful Wilson family.”


    She shoved the box toward him again. “Take your things. I don’t want to see them. Just leave.”


    None of those tactics had worked.


    Ethan found himself at a dead end. The thought of losing Brenna was unbearable, but frustration and hurt weighed on him. In his mind, he had done nothing wrong. Why couldn’t she just forgive him?


    “Why won’t you forgive me?” he asked directly. “You know nothing is going on between Gracie and me. Still, you won’t let the matter slide.”


    “I can’t ept my boyfriend being so close to another woman. To me, you crossed a line. I can’t just look past it,” Brenna said, not hiding what she truly felt.


    Anger red in Ethan’s eyes. “And yet, you agreed to meet another guy behind my back! Did you ever consider how that would make me feel? I was also hurt!” After a pause, he said with grievance, “You knew how much it would sting if I saw you with someone else, but you did it anyway. Why, Brenna?”


    Brenna didn’t back down. “You had no problem hugging Gracie while she had barely any clothes on. All I did was have dinner with someone. You tell me— which of us went too far?”


    “I was wearing all my clothes at that time. Gracie was in her underwear, but she was only showing me the scars on her body. She wasn’t trying to flirt with me. You’re twisting things,” Ethan said, trying to defend himself.


    “Oh, now you think I’m unreasonable? That’s rich. Why should I forgive you so easily after everything you’ve done? I’m not forgiving you. Get out!” Brenna’s finger jabbed toward the door, her words sharp and cutting.


    “This is unbelievable,” Ethan muttered under his breath. He was out of exnations. No matter what he said, it seemed Brenna was determined not to forgive him.


    Anger simmered inside him as he retorted, “Fine. I’ll own up to my mistake. But did you really have to go out with someone else just to get even with me? That’s even worse, Brenna! It’s unforgivable!”


    Brenna raised an eyebrow, her gaze icy. “We’ve already broken up. Why shouldn’t I see someone new if I want to? And for your information, I do like him. I’m considering dating him, actually. His family’s well-connected—his dad’s in the police department, and his mom’s the deputy mayor. Not only is he rich and polite, but he doesn’t have scandals clinging to him every other week, unlike you. Now, take your things and leave!”


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    Ethan’s face flushed with rage. He couldn’t believe how little Brenna seemed to recognize that she, too, was in the wrong.


    Without another word, he stormed out, leaving the box on the desk behind.


    Brenna quickly snatched up the box and ran after him. As the elevator doors opened and Ethan stepped in, she tossed the box into the elevator without hesitation, the contents spilling onto the floor. Inside the elevator, Ethan punched the wall in frustration, refusing to pick up the scattered items.


    The elevator dinged on the ny-ninth floor. Rex and Neville, waiting nearby, immediately noticed the mess on the floor. One look at Ethan’s stormy face told them everything they needed to know—he had failed to win Brenna’s forgiveness.


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