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    She decided to give up on him for good.

    Brenna soon slid into the passenger seat of Ethan’s car, theirughter and chatter filling the ride. Before long, they pulled up at a seafood restaurant. Brenna’s eyes narrowed slightly; this was the same restaurant where she had shed with Elsa before.

    Quite a coincidence.

    Still, she brushed it off and followed Ethan inside.

    Ethan had already reserved a table, and after he gave his name, a waiter ushered them to their seats.

    No sooner had they settled than a voice called out, “Ethan!”

    Both Brenna and Ethan turned to see Rosie at a nearby table with three women — Isabe, Tina, and Judy.

    Brenna’s curiosity piqued. Judy, sitting calmly with Isabe and Tina? Last she recalled, Judy had been at odds with them, their feud explosive.

    Yet here they were now, sitting together and chatting amicably.

    Rosie walked over before gesturing to herpanions. “Everyone,e here. This is Mr. Mitchell from the Mitchell Group. I grew up with him, and we are quite close.” She was saying this mostly to Judy. After all, Isabe and Tina already knew who Ethan was.

    The four approached, and Ethan’s brow creased, irritation flickering across his face. He had finally coaxed Brenna into a good mood for a meal with him, only to be interrupted by unweepany. Brenna wasn’t fond of these people, either. She had nearly had a fight with Judy at Gracie’s wee banquet before.

    She wondered how Rosie had managed to bring these people together, and it seemed like Judy had made peace with Isabe and Tina.

    “Ethan, what a coincidence! You’re here to dine, too. Mind if we join you? It’s been ages since we caught upst time,” Rosie said. She believed that, considering their past, Ethan would agree to let her and herpanions join him.

    Ethan leveled a cold stare at Rosie and herpanions, his disdain clear. He couldn’t fathom how Rosie kept such tastelesspany.

    “Your taste in friends is slipping,” he said, his voiceced with scorn. He looked at Judy. “She’s rather… bulky. Might need a wider seat.”

    He hadn’t forgotten how Judy had stirred trouble for Brennast time. How could he tolerate such a person, let alone share a meal with her?

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    Judy’s face darkened, her anger simmering. Had anyone else spoken those words, she would have fired back instantly. But this was Ethan, the wealthiest man alive, surrounded by constant security, with ties that stretched acrossmerce, government, the armed forces, and even the underworld. He was untouchable, capable of crushing anyone who crossed him.

    If she dared to hit Ethan, she’d likely be dead before she could even touch him. She couldn’t afford to offend him.

    Clenching her jaw, she swallowed her rage, silently hurling insults at him in her mind.

    Rosie, catching Judy’s barely concealed frustration, grew anxious that she might say something reckless and offend Ethan.

    To defuse the tension, she said, “Ethan, she’s overweight, sure, but she has been putting in the effort to get healthier. She’s not nearly as heavy as you’re suggesting.”

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