The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114 The Undercity

Brenna stepped out of the restaurant, barely making it a few strides before spotting Joe Valdez leaning casually against a sleek black business car nearby. He had been waiting for her for quite some time.

Joe was in his early thirties and managed her financial consulting firm. Today, he looked effortlessly laid–back in charcoal gray pants, a crisp white T–shirt, and an open beige shirt. His black framed glasses completed the look

With a knowing smile, he pulled open the car door and said to Brenna, “I already prepared the clothes you asked for. They are in the back seat.”

Brenna slid into the car without hesitation. Wasting no time, she swiftly put on the clothes. Once ready, she rapped her knuckles against the window. Taking his cue, Joe got in, fired up the engine, and steered them toward the Undercity.

Despite the name, the Undercity wasn’t some hidden, underground structure. It was an insider term used in certain circles to refer to a specific location.

The Undercity was located in a decaying factory on the city’s outskirts. The place was vast, its workshops abandoned and worn down. A five–story building stood in the southwest corner, its exterior paint peeling and

faded with age.

No one would have imagined that within an area covered in wild, overgrown plants, there was a team of specialists from different fields.

Brenna stepped smoothly out of the car, clearly familiar with her surroundings. Not a flicker of surprise crossed

her face.

She now wore a loose–fitting, dark gray outfit paired with a striking white phantom mask. The oversized hood of her sweatshirt drooped forward, casting deep shadows and covering most of her face. With the mask in place, her face was completely obscured.

Joe wore an identical mask, his hood pulled up to cover his face as well. Silently, he handed Brenna a voice changer before the two made their way toward the abandoned building.

Inside, the building still looked untouched and abandoned, filled with old, grimy windows and doors.

“Watch your step,” Joe said to Brenna thoughtfully.

Before long, they arrived at a door at the far end of the third floor.

A man dressed in black opened it. He wore a mask like theirs, making it impossible to see his face. His voice was raspy, leading Brenna to believe he was also using a voice changer.

“Who are you two?” he asked coldly.

“I’m King,” Brenna replied.

She tried to get a look inside, but the man’s tall, solid frame completely blocked the already narrow doorway.

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Chapter 114 The Undercity

The man studied her carefully, noting her tall, slim figure and guessing she might be a young woman He couldn’t pinpoint her age, and the man beside her was tall. This left him uncertain whether the man was an assistant or a bodyguard.

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He leaned toward the latter, concluding that a woman wouldn’t dare come to such a place alone

His voice remained cold as he said, “I didn’t expect the infamous financial wizard, King to be a woman.

Brenna didn’t waste time on small talk “Enough talk. Let’s get to work,” she said sharply

Only then did the man step aside, motioning for them to enter. The room was spacious and filled with dozens of staff, all wearing masks. Each person was hunched over a computer screen, immersed in financial data and stock market trends.

A man dressed in black, his face hidden behind a black warrior mask, stood behind one of the staff members,

his eyes glued to the screen.

Brenna approached him, a strange sense of familiarity creeping over her as she caught a faint trace of his scent, but she quickly brushed it aside. She cut straight to the point. “Where is the money?” she asked

The man who had opened the door earlier moved from the corner, carrying two bags. He dropped them to the floor and unzipped them, revealing bundles of cash stacked neatly inside.

He said, “As you requested, the full twenty million in untraceable cash. The remaining twenty million will be delivered once the job is done.”

Joe crouched down, casually picked up two stacks of bills to examine them, and then nodded at Brenna. “We

can start now.”

Ethan glanced skeptically at the fragile–looking woman in front of him, finding it hard to believe she was the infamous financial wizard known as King.

But no matter her gender or age, as long as she could solve his current problem, it didn’t matter.

Ethan urged impatiently, “You need to hurry. The market is about to crash. If you don’t move fast, I’ll lose billions, and my shares will be stolen.”