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    Libby approached Brenna, showing her his phone. “Got it all on video. Pretty brutal.”


    Brenna nced at the footage, pleased. “Nice work. Send it to me, and I’ll pass it to Lorna.”


    Libby grinned. “No need; I’ll send it straight to her. Don’t worry. No one will trace it back to us.”


    Finley, eyeing Waldo’s beaten form, clicked his tongue. “That looks painful.”


    “Why are you still here?” Ellie asked Brenna. She had watched the scene with cold detachment, believing Gracie had gotten what she deserved.


    Brenna lingered by the surgery room door, exining to Ellie, “Gracie has no family or friends. If someone’s footing her medical bills, it would be Ethan, and I don’t want him…”


    Hearing her sob story, Brenna replied, “I’ll cover the bills and hire a nurse. It’s no trouble; I just want to keep her away from my boyfriend.”


    Ellie shook her head. “She’s pregnant with another man’s kid, came here for an abortion, and got thrashed by his wife. If I were her, I would be too mortified to tell the person I like about the matter. I’d get treated quietly and go back to work like nothing happened. Why bother with her? You’re being too kind.”


    Brenna nodded, then wired money to Libby. “Pay her bills and get a caregiver for her.”


    Libby agreed without hesitation, following her orders. “Got it.”


    As they left the hospital, Ellie turned to Brenna again. “Why waste your time helping Gracie? She won’t thank you for it.”


    Brenna shrugged. “I’m not after her gratitude. I just want her to stay away from Ethan. I’m not that selfless—the more trouble she’s in, the better.”<fnd2fa> Updates are released by FιndＮovel</fnd2fa>


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    After dropping Ellie at her shop, Brenna headed back to thepany. Moments after arriving, she received a message from Isabe with several photos.


    The photos showed Mack frequenting bars and clubs, partying with women.


    Brenna asked, “Is he going to such ces every day?”


    Isabe replied, “Pretty much. He has moved out on his own. I’ve paid some women at the bars to snap pictures whenever he shows up. These are from thest two weeks—I’ve got more. I’ll send them all to you.”


    Brenna responded, “He is facing the consequences he deserves.”


    Isabe sent additional photos, some explicit, including shots of Mack having sex with women in private rooms. Brenna could barely stomach them.


    Isabe then asked, “Brenna, can I get reimbursed for what I paid the women at the bars?”


    She included screenshots of the transactions.


    Brenna generously transferred double the amount to her, ensuring Isabe was wellpensated while keeping tabs on the Barrett family.


    “Let me know where he’s going tonight, and I’ll check it out,” Brenna added.


    Isabe replied, “Okay. I’ll send the address to you soon.”


    Staring at the fifty-thousand-dor transfer, Isabe saw a bright future in working for Brenna. Monitoring the Barretts wouldn’tst forever, but she nned to milk it while it did. Her legitimate job was booming, too—hermissions this month had doubled from thest.


    She had already resolved to prioritize her career and not rely on men for her livelihood from now on.


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