The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows - Chapter 40

Chapter 40:

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Landen, clearly enjoying the moment, pointed at Brenna as he said, “Do you even know who the patient is? Mr. Mitchell isn’t just anyone—he’s a retired military commander. Even we aren’t fully qualified to treat him, and yet you, at your age, think you are? What does that make us, then?”

Lindsay let out a cold laugh. “We’re waiting for Mr. Pierce’s renowned student. Someone qualified, an expert in medicine—at least in his forties, someone with actual experience. Not some random girl pretending to be important. But you know what? If you do end up being able to treat Mr. Mitchell, we will all kneel and apologize to you.”

Brenna arched an eyebrow, replying calmly, “Really? You will really kneel and apologize to me if that happens? You’d better keep your word.”

Landen and Lindsay exchanged amused glances before Lindsay replied, “Of course.”

Brenna walked over to a chair in the corridor. She crossed her legs and leaned back, watching the group continue their discussion as they eagerly awaited Cuthbert’s student.

If it weren’t for the fact that she needed the money, she wouldn’t waste another second dealing with these people.

For ten million dollars, she could afford to be patient. She could wait for Christopher to arrive and prove her identity.

Inside the hospital room, the Mitchell family members were growing restless. One of them pulled out a phone and dialed a number. “Ethan, what’s going on? Mr. Pierce’s student still isn’t here. We’ve been waiting for over thirty minutes.”

On the other end of the line, Ethan, seated in his office, glanced up from the documents he was signing. “I’ll look into it. I’ll be there soon.”

The young man on the phone hesitated before asking, “Do you think Mr. Pierce’s student is holding out for a higher price?”

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The Mitchell family members regarded Brenna with open disdain and signaled the security guards to escort her out.

The elderly man with graying hair turned to a younger one speaking on the phone. “Theo, get rid of that fraud. I don’t want to see her loitering around here any longer,” he said.

Theo Mitchell, still on the call, said smoothly into the phone, “If it’s a matter of money, let’s add another twenty million. That should be enough, right?”

After receiving confirmation from the other end, Theo ended the call and strode toward Brenna, with the security guards flanking him. “Miss, you’re not welcome here. If you don’t leave now, we’ll have no choice but to involve the police,” he said coldly.

Brenna glanced around at the hostile faces surrounding her, then let out an indignant sigh. “Fine. It’s easy to throw me out now, but don’t expect me to come back so easily when you realize your mistake,” she said.

Theo smirked. “And why would we ever want a fraud like you to come back? You’re just another opportunist, scheming to cling to wealth and status. Trust me, no one here is interested in whatever game you’re playing. Now, leave.”

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