The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows - Chapter 179

Chapter 179:

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A few other young men and women quickly rushed over to check their injuries.

Brenna turned to Vivian and Sylvie and asked, “Still think I should drink?” Both women shook their heads quickly; they hadn’t expected her to be so skilled in fighting.

After sending the secret message, Vivian tucked her phone away and offered an apologetic smile. “No, we won’t make you drink. Let’s sit down and enjoy ourselves. Since we’re apologizing to you tonight, we should make sure you’re properly entertained.”

Brenna scoffed. “Save it. I’m not interested in wasting any more time here.”

With that, she headed for the exit.

But the doorway was now blocked by seven young men, who defiantly believed they could stop her.

Vivian stepped forward dramatically, positioning herself protectively in front of Brenna, her face twisted with feigned concern. “Really, a group of grown men targeting one woman? Shameful! She might fend off a couple of you, but this is too much. If you overpower her and then assault her, how do you expect her to face anyone afterward?” she said.

The room erupted in laughter.

Brandon sneered. “What a brilliant suggestion. Just what I needed to handle this troublemaker. You think you can defy me, Brenna? Well, you’ve just signed up for a lesson,” he said.

At that moment, a young man with striking blue hair slipped a yellow pill into a wine glass and walked toward Brenna.

Quickly, Brandon pulled Vivian aside.

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Feigning panic, Vivian exclaimed to Brenna, “Miss Harper, believe me, I wish I could do more to help you, but they’re out of my control. You’re on your own now.”

Brenna met Vivian’s gaze with cool detachment. “Miss Morrison, for such a feeble apology, expect nothing less than twice the trouble from me.”

Dropping her pretense, Vivian snapped coldly, “Oh, is that so? You’re in a tough spot now, yet you still talk big? I’ve already called for backup. Trust me, they’ll make sure you’re well ‘looked after.’”

As Vivian finished her threat, the blue-haired man approached Brenna with the tainted drink, smirking confidently. “Now, will you drink this on your own, or shall I help you?”

Without hesitation, Brenna kicked her leg high, striking the smug man directly.

He stumbled backward, crashing into his friends and causing a domino effect of tumbling bodies.

Brandon, hit hardest, gritted his teeth and yelled, “Don’t let her escape!”

Ignoring them, Brenna skillfully maneuvered around the fallen bodies and made her way to the exit.

Reaching for the door, Brenna felt Harlan’s grip tighten on her ankle. “Trying to leave? It’s not that easy,” he sneered.

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