The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows - Chapter 1153

Chapter 1153:

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“Take it. Report to the company tomorrow. I’ll have HR sort out your paperwork,” Brenna said, her face giving nothing away. She then stood and left with Ellie.

Isabella quickly counted the bills. It was just 17 grand.

“So stingy,” she grumbled under her breath but tucked the money into her bag nonetheless.

Brenna didn’t head home right away. Instead, she spent more time shopping with Ellie. She picked out clothes and some jewelry to go with them, along with a few of the latest handbags.

By the time she finally returned home, it was already past ten.

Ernst had just gotten back as well and was eating in the dining room.

He called out to Brenna, “Care to join me?”

Brenna passed her shopping bags to Julia. “There are some men’s clothes in there. Set them aside. They’re for Ethan.” Julia acknowledged with a respectful nod.

Brenna pulled two small items from her pile of shopping bags and walked over to Ernst. Then, she set them on the chair beside him. Inside were two men’s ties.

“I’ve already eaten. You go ahead.” She sat down and said, “You’re home late. And you didn’t have dinner before coming home.”

Ernst smiled faintly. “I wasn’t out socializing. We had a multinational conference at the company today. Oh, by the way, Mack showed up at the Harper Group looking for a job. The HR manager asked for my opinion, and I told them no.”

Brenna raised a brow, her shock and displeasure evident. “He knows I can’t stand him, yet he still tried to get a job at the Harper Group. He used to hit me all the time when we were kids; he was even worse than Alec.”

Ernst’s brow tightened as he studied Brenna for a moment. She was stunning, with a figure that turned heads. And she wasn’t Mack’s real sister. Knowing Mack’s nature, it wouldn’t be a stretch to think he’d probably tried to harass Brenna before.

Otherwise, why would Brenna hate Mack so much?

Ernst’s face grew noticeably colder when he thought about this.

“Then I’ll speak to some of my contacts. I’ll make sure he struggles to find work,” he said.

“Alright. I’ll leave that to you, Ernst,” Brenna replied.

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Around eight in the morning, Isabella arrived at the Mitchell Group headquarters. She wore a crisp white professional outfit and carried a sleek black handbag.

The lobby bustled with job seekers. Each one looked eager and well-groomed, clutching resumes while quietly waiting for the elevator. Watching them, she felt an unexpected wave of joy.

If it weren’t for Brenna’s help, her credentials would never have been enough to apply for a job here.

Nearby, she noticed a young man who seemed to be in his mid-20s. He was studying his resume intently. From what she could see, he held a master’s degree from a world-renowned university. Yet, even he had come to try his luck at Brenna’s company.

“Isabella?” Alec stood there in his security uniform, patrolling the area when he spotted her. His face clouded over; he wanted nothing more than to send her away.

“Dad,” Isabella greeted him with careful politeness, remembering the task Brenna had given her. “I’m here for an interview.”

She made it clear why she had come, hoping it might ease his displeasure. Still, she couldn’t wrap her head around how he had accepted such a drastic fall. Just a year ago, he had been the CEO of the Barrett Group. Now, he was working as just a security guard.

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