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    She knew this, so she tried to be understanding.

    Late in the afternoon, just before Brenna was about to leave, her phone buzzed with a message from Ethan.

    “Come to Blue Sky Golf Course after work.”

    The message was brief and to the point, with no hint of warmth—almost like amand.

    Brenna stared at the screen, waiting for another message, but nothing else came through.

    She then typed back a simple reply. “Okay.”

    She asked her bodyguard to drive her there.

    Blue Sky Golf Course was the biggest and most exclusive course in Shirie, a ce reserved for the city’s elite. Brenna was familiar with the ce.

    During the drive, she called Ethan, hoping to find out who he was meeting and why she needed to be there.

    The call rang and rang—then cut off on its own with no answer.

    “Why isn’t he answering? Did he forget his phone somewhere?” Brenna muttered to herself. Ethan had never ignored her before. He always called or texted her back right away. She felt something was off.

    From the front seat, the bodyguard said, “Maybe he has had too much to drink and needs your help. That ce serves alcohol.”

    “I doubt it. Ethan can handle his drinks. He attends plenty of events, but he’s careful and rarely gets drunk,” Brenna responded, unable to shake her confusion about why Ethan wasn’t picking up.

    The bodyguard nodded. “Let’s just y it safe. We’ll go inside with you.”

    “Alright,” Brenna agreed.

    Thinking of Gracie, who had apanied Ethan there, Brenna decided to call her.

    Gracie answered the call almost immediately.

    “Gracie? Do you know why Ethan isn’t picking up his phone?” Brenna asked.

    Silence filled the other end of the line.

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    After a while, Gracie replied coldly, “He’s had too much to drink and is resting. All he’s done is call your name. I used his phone to text you, Miss Harper. You wille pick him up, right?”

    “Drunk? I thought he was supposed to be golfing. Who was he ying golf with?”

    Brenna stared at her phone after Gracie ended the call. Her frown deepened. “Has something happened?”

    “Miss Harper, I think you should reconsider going. This feels like a setup. Mr. Mitchell isn’t someone who would get tricked easily,” the bodyguard said, hoping she would listen.

    Brenna shook her head. “Don’t worry about me. I’m not easy to trick, either. If I were, the Barrett family would’ve finished me off long ago.”

    The car pulled up in front of the Blue Sky Golf Course. Brenna turned to her bodyguard. “You don’t have toe with me. I want to see what Gracie is really nning on my own.”

    Still worried, the bodyguard said, “At least let me call your brother to inform him of this.”

    Brenna made no objection. She got out of the car, closed the door with determination, and walked toward the entrance.

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