The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 100

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Few people dared to challenge Ethan’s authority. In moments like this, it was only natural for Joonas to step in personally. As a trained fighter with considerable strength, he had every intention of teaching Brandon a lesson,

and he didn’t hold back.

Brandon let out a painful cry, clutching his nose as a stream of hot blood flowed through his fingers.

Pain exploded through Brandon’s face. His nose felt broken, and his head pounded so fiercely that the voices

around him became nothing more than muffled noise.

Doubling over in agony, he remained still for a moment while his people stood in stunned silence.

Since he could not speak, Brandon lifted a trembling hand and pointed at Joonas, his gaze seething with fury.

After a few ragged breaths, he’managed to spit out the words, “Take him down!”

Without a second thought, his people lunged forward, brandishing iron rods as they charged at Joonas.

Although Joonas‘ side was outnumbered, his men were experienced fighters, many of whom were former special forces soldiers. Within seconds, Brandon’s men lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Joonas hadn’t even needed to lift a finger. Standing with one hand in his pocket, calm and composed, he

watched as a subordinate lit a cigar for him and handed over a phone. “Here is what you asked for.”

Joonas let out a chuckle, utterly confident in his victory. With a nod toward Brandon, he said, “Show him.”

The subordinate turned the phone screen toward Brandon.

The image displayed a middle–aged man and a young woman, both completely naked, lying together in what appeared to be a lavish bedroom.

Brandon’s face drained of color. He stared at the screen as if it had slapped him, his mouth ajar in disbelief. Shaking his head furiously, he muttered, “No… No… That’s impossible. Where did you get this photo? This

can’t be real.”

The man in the photo was his father, the deputy mayor. A man who would never make such a reckless mistake.

Despite the searing pain in his nose, Brandon snapped back, his voice laced with denial, “This is fake! You are just trying to ruin my father’s name! He is the deputy mayor–honest, incorruptible, and principled. He would never do something like this.”

Without saying a word, Joonas took the phone and swiped to the next image. Brandon’s eyes grew wider, his

breath caught in his throat, and his face twisted into disbelief.

He shook his head repeatedly, refusing to accept it. “I don’t know where you got these photos, but I won’t let you frame my father. I’m not falling for this trick!” he said.

The photo showed an open wardrobe stuffed to the brim with bricks of cash. It was clearly taken in the same

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bedroom.

Joonas remained unfazed by Brandon’s protests. He kept scrolling, showing him a new photo.

Brandon froze when he saw the new photo. The image showed him holding a cigarette butt, pressing it into a terrified girl’s shoulder. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and beside her stood Harlan, wearing a menacing smirk as he poured red wine over het.

Then, another disturbing photo appeared on the screen, showing Brandon holding a syringe, injecting something into the arm of a blond–haired boy. The image didn’t reveal what he was injecting, but it was

obviously not anything good.

Joonas showed Brandon over twenty photos, each one more damning than the last.

Brandon was at a complete loss for words. He had always believed that no one knew about his misdeeds, that there were no cameras to capture his bad actions. But now… Where did these photos come from? Who had

taken them?

Overcome with shock, he crumpled to the ground, his mind spinning, unsure of what to do next.

“So, Brandon, what do you think? Are these enough to throw your entire family behind bars?” Joonas said.

“Please!” Brandon begged desperately, no longer noticing the throbbing ache in his nose. On his knees, he grabbed Joonas‘ pant leg, pleading frantically, “Please, Joonas, Mr. Mitchell… If you destroy this evidence, I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just don’t expose my father and me. I’m begging you.”

Disgust flickered across Joonas‘ face. With a sharp kick, he shoved Brandon away, then brushed off his pants as if shaking off something vile.

Joonas said, “Stop groveling. It’s pathetic. The files are already with the prosecutor’s office. Do you have any idea how many vile, unforgivable things you and your father have done? What makes you think Mr. Mitchell would ever cover for scum like you? Get lost.”

With a sharp command, Joonas moved aside the people and cars blocking Ethan and Brenna’s path.