The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 I’ll Listen To

You

“There is no need for that,” Ethan said coldly, his expression hardening like ice. “I can handle a gang on my own. Moreover, the Hewitt family can’t be trusted. If we ask for their help, we will owe them more than we can

afford.”

The car raced down the highway, bullets hammering against the bulletproof glass, leaving spiderweb–like cracks. Neville’s instincts kicked in, and he shoved Ethan down.

Just as Ethan thought they had finally shaken off the Ward family’s pursuit, more cars appeared, the attack even more relentless and aggressive than before. Bullets hammered the rear window, turning it into a mess, on

the verge of shattering.

“Step on it!” Ethan barked at the driver, urgency ringing in his voice.

Digging into his bag, he pulled out two grenades. With steady hands, he yanked the pins, counted to three under his breath, and lobbed them out through a narrow opening in the door.

The sound of explosions rocked the air as the two pursuing pickup trucks were blown up.

At last, Ethan was out of danger.

The tension in the car dissolved as everyone released a breath of relief.

But Ethan couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of unease. The bodyguards he had brought with him were all dead.

Brenna had been swamped with work for an entire week, yet she had only managed to complete a fraction of the intricate designs for thousands of components. Designing a fighter jet was no walk in the park. It demanded relentless focus, precision, and two months of nonstop effort from her and her team.

Amid her busy schedule, she hadn’t even realized that Ethan hadn’t contacted her for over a week.

After a long day, she returned home to find Giselle alone. The three men of the Harper family hadn’t come back

yet.

With a bright smile, Giselle pulled Brenna toward the dining table. “Are you hungry? You have been working harder than your dad and brothers–leaving early and coming home late. You don’t need to earn money for our family. Take a break and enjoy yourself at home.”

Brenna was indeed tired and hungry. She sat down and immediately began to eat.

“Mom, this is delicious,” she remarked.

Giselle smiled, clearly pleased, the bracelet Brenna had gifted her glinting under the light. “Next Wednesday is your birthday the first one since you came home. I was thinking of celebrating it at home. We’ll keep it small, just family and a few close friends. How does that sound?”

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Brenna wasn’t one for extravagant celebrations, so she readily agreed.

She said, “I’ll invite my friend Ellie, Patrick’s mom. She is a well–known fashion designer and the founder of the M&G brand, I’ll also ask my studio partners to come. It will be a lively gathering”

Giselle nodded, then casually said, “I have noticed you don’t have many friends. In the future, try to make a few

more friends. Don’t just bury yourself in work.”

Brenna shot her mother a casual glance. “One true friend is all I need, Mom. I haven’t seen you surrounded by many friends, either.”

Giselle shrugged. “I had plenty of friends when I was young, but as we grow older, everyone gets caught up in their own families, and we drift apart. But you are right. I’ll invite a few of my friends so they can meet my daughter. They all work in the government, and their kids are doing well. You should get to know them.”

Brenna nodded obediently, not wanting to spoil the mood.

Truth be told, she wasn’t very social and believed one or two close friends were more than enough for her.

Just then, a familiar car pulled into the driveway, and Ernst stepped out.

Brenna and Ernst hadn’t been on the best of terms. She knew he didn’t like her, so she remained seated, not bothering to move to greet him.

Giselle went out to greet Ernst, then walked beside him as he strode into the living room.

“Mom,” Ernst said to Giselle.

Giselle eyed him, a hint of reproach in her gaze. “Why haven’t you been home for over half

onth?”

Her eyes flicked toward Brenna, who was eating quietly, and she lowered her voice. “Are you still holding a grudge against Brenna?”

Ernst replied coldly, “No, Mom. My companies have been overwhelmed with orders, so I have been staying at the house near the office.”

Giselle held his arm gently. “Take some time to reconnect with your sister, alright? And stop holding grudges against her. Brenna is your real sister. Rosie is your cousin, but she hurt Brenna before. You shouldn’t be too close to her anymore.”

This time, Ernst didn’t protest. “I’ll listen to you,” he said.

He hadn’t visited Rosie in the hospital for a long time.