The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 Need Me To Handle This For You

Vivian dramatically stepped forward, swiftly moving to position herself in front of Brenna, her face contorted with feigned concern. “Really, a group of grown men targeting one woman? Shameful! She might fend off a couple of you, but this is too much. If you overpower her and then assault her, how do you expect her to face anyone after it?” she said.

The room echoed with laughter.

Brandon’s face twisted into a sneer. “What a brilliant suggestion. Just what I needed for handling this troublemaker. You think you can defy me, Brenna? Well, you’ve just signed up for a lesson,” he said.

At that moment, a young man with striking blue hair subtly took a wine glass from the table, slipped a yellow pill into it, and walked over to Brenna.

Quickly, Brandon pulled Vivian out of the way.

In a feigned state of panic, Vivian exclaimed to Brenna, “Miss Harper, believe me, I wish I could do more to help you, but they’re out of my control. You’re on your own now.”

Brenna met Vivian’s gaze with a cool detachment. “Miss Morrison, for such a feeble attempt at an apology, expect nothing less than twice the trouble from me.”

Dropping her pretense, Vivian retorted coldly, “Oh, is that so? You are in such a tough situation now, yet you

are still talking big? I’ve already called for more people here. Trust me, they will ensure you’re well ‘looked

after‘.”

As she finished her threat, the blue–haired man approached Brenna with the tainted drink, smirking confidently.

“Now, will you drink this on your own, or shall I help you drink it?” he said.

Without hesitation, Brenna kicked her leg up high, striking the smug man directly.

He stumbled backward, crashing into his friends and causing a domino effect of tumbling bodies.

Brandon bore the force of the impact, and through clenched teeth, he yelled, “Don’t let her escape!”

Ignoring them, Brenna navigated around the bodies strewn across the floor and made her way to the exit.

Reaching for the door, she felt Harlan’s grip on her ankle. “Trying to leave? It’s not that easy,” he said.

Despite their pain, the group swiftly rose and obstructed Brenna’s path.

Brenna surveyed the seven people with a dismissive glance. She said, “Fighting you will hardly be a proper warm -up for me. But if it’s a real challenge you want… Alright, let’s raise the stakes. Are you game?”

Fuelled by embarrassment, Harlan burned with a desire for vengeance. “Fine, let’s raise the stakes. You’ve got

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Chapter 93 Need Me To Handle This For You

guts–how do you propose we settle this?” he said.

Pointing upward, Brenna said, “On the ninth floor, there’s a high–stakes game. Lose, and you will have to have one finger cut off and pay ten million. Are you in?”

The men shared wary looks, realizing Brenna was not the typical woman from wealthy families like Sylvie or Vivian. She was clearly wild and bold.

Captivated, Brandon dabbed at the blood on his lip, his smirk revealing his intrigue. “Agreed. But if you lose, the same goes for you: a finger, ten million, and you will be at our mercy for a night,” he said.

Just then, with a swift motion, Brenna’s hand connected sharply with Brandon’s face, her slap intensifying the split in his lip and imprinting her mark on his face.

“Damn it! Get her!” Furious, Brandon abandoned the idea of the game, ordering his friends to attack Brenna.

Seizing the moment, Brenna landed another precise blow on Brandon. Then, she swiftly hit the men who approached her multiple times.

The men held their faces, eyes wide as they gazed at Brenna, stunned by her swift and terrifying fighting skills.

At that time, the door creaked open, and a middle–aged man with a neatly trimmed mustache and glasses

entered, casting a stern look around the room.

A group of bodyguards, their hands neatly behind them, lined up by the door.

Vivian saw him and quickly approached. “Mr. Fowler, this woman is causing trouble here! She has already assaulted Harlan and Brandon, and remember, Brandon’s father is the deputy mayor,” she said.

Joonas eyed Brenna, noting her calm demeanor amidst the chaos. He was surprised to see a woman overpower several men. The Imperial Bar punished troublemakers severely, but he had never encountered a woman causing so much trouble before.

Sylvie quickly said, “Mr. Fowler, she has completely lost it, destroyed the place, and even dared Harlan to a gruesome bet about cutting off fingers. She brought it up, so she must follow through.”

“What’s going on?” Just then, a voice echoed through the space, prompting everyone to halt and look towards

the entrance.

Ethan entered, his tall stature and cold demeanor radiating authority. Brenna was surprised to see him.

As the owner of the Imperial Bar, Ethan had scheduled a meeting with Brenna here. Impatient after some waiting, he ventured to see what the commotion was about.

“Ethan?” Brenna glanced at her phone and checked the time, recognizing that she was late for their meeting. “Apologies, I’m entangled in some trouble here.”