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    Brenna’s lips curved into a faint smile, a glint of approval in her eyes. “Well done. Do you want to call the authorities?”


    Sandra hesitated, concern creeping into her voice. “Better not. I’ve already hit her. If the police get involved, they might hold me responsible.”


    Brenna agreed. With nothing more to handle, she gestured for Sandra to leave with them.


    Loretta struggled to her feet, battered and humiliated. She didn’t know Brenna, but Ethan’s face was unmistakable—always appearing on finance magazine covers and television interviews, a man she had once fantasized about marrying.


    To be seen by him in such a disgraceful state made her cheeks burn with shame.


    All she wanted was to escape. Casting a venomous re at Sandra, stunned by the caliber of her allies, Loretta limped away, her mind already plotting retribution.


    “Let’s go,” Brenna said.


    Sandra slid into the vehicle behind, choosing not to join Brenna and Ethan in theirs.


    Ethan, free from social obligations for once, went to the Harper residence with Brenna to join her and her family for dinner.


    Sandra trailed behind them into the living room, quietly marveling at Ethan’smanding presence. To her, he was the archetype of a man—the ideal partner.


    Yet, even if Ethan and Brenna’s engagement were canceled, he would never choose her. She had no desire topete with Brenna for his affection.


    Inside the living room, Jordy rose to his feet.


    He approached Ethan, extending a hand. “Mr. Mitchell, Brenna.”


    Ethan’s jaw tightened in frustration, not only because Jordy was Brenna’s ex, but because he had addressed Brenna too familiarly.


    With a pointed edge, he said, “Mr. Barton, mind how you address Brenna. You shouldn’t use her first name; you two aren’t that close.”


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    He disliked the fact that Jordy hade to Brenna’s home. When Ethan ignored his outstretched hand, Jordy’s expression stiffened in embarrassment.


    He knew the address was improper, but since Brenna had never objected, he had continued to use it. Ethan’s correction today felt like meddling.


    “My apologies, old habit,” Jordy said coolly, retracting his hand with a shrug. He harbored just as much dislike for Ethan as Ethan did for him.


    Ethan’s scoff was icy, his tone cutting. “Then break that habit.”


    Jordy’s lips curled with a sardonic edge. He ignored Ethan and turned to Brenna.


    Brenna, unfazed by the tension, met his gaze with cool indifference. “What brings you here?”


    She didn’t dislike Jordy, but she couldn’t bring herself to like him either—not after he had abandoned her for Isabe. That betrayal ensured he’d never be her friend again.


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