The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 828:

A soft laugh escaped Ethan. “When my girlfriend gives me instructions, I don’t exactly have the option to refuse. I’ll tell my team to move your order to the top of the list.”

Gratitude lit up Brenna’s face. “I appreciate it.”

Three quick knocks broke the moment as Lorna stepped in, balancing a tray with two glasses of orange juice. Her eyes brushed past Greta without so much as a glance.

Strolling up to the table, Lorna acted as though she’d just noticed the coffee cups. “Oh? Looks like someone already beat me to it and brought drinks for Ms. Harper and Mr. Mitchell.”

Without waiting for a response, she set a glass of orange juice in front of Ethan and gently nudged the untouched coffee out of the way.

The heart-shaped foam floating on top of the coffee didn’t escape her attention. It only confirmed what she had already started to suspect about Greta.

A second glass of juice appeared in front of Brenna moments later, placed with the same effortless cheer. Lorna offered a bright smile, then turned and walked off as if nothing had happened.

Ethan reached for the orange juice, took a few casual sips, and said, “This isn’t bad.”

Then, he stood up. “Got something to deal with. I’ll go now.”

Brenna gave a small nod, watching him disappear through the door. Only when the room settled again did she glance over at Greta and ask plainly, “Is there something you need?”

Greta quickly came up with an excuse, saying, “I just want to check if I should follow up on the prosthetic design I submitted.”

“There’s no need for that,” said Brenna coolly. “Moreno is already handling that. If that’s all, you can get back to work.”

Brenna might have spoken calmly, but she wasn’t blind. Greta’s thoughts were written all over her expression.

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After being dismissed, Greta didn’t hesitate. She went straight to Lorna and confronted her. “You saw I brought coffee. So why bring orange juice, too? What game are you playing?”noveldrama

The coffee she had made had sat untouched in front of Ethan for five whole minutes. Not a sip taken. But the second Lorna replaced it with juice, he drank it like he’d been waiting for it.

She’d spent countless hours at home trying to perfect her skills at brewing coffee.

Without missing a beat, Lorna replied, “It’s part of my job to make sure every guest in the CEO’s office is taken care of. If I know someone’s here and don’t bring…”

“Anything, that’s me not doing my job. I’m not about to lose my job over something like this. So next time, please let me handle it.”

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