The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 196 Chapter 196 Who Do You Think You Are Jordy wasn't foolish. There was no logical reason for a billion-dollar corporation to show interest in a small-scale financial lending business like his.

He smirked, suspecting that the Higgins Group might be in worse shape than it appeared.

Even if the Higgins Group managed to secure a loan, chances were slim they'd be able to pay it back. Jordy cast a faintly scornful look at Sylvie, his thoughts drifting as his eyes slowly swept over her.

Sylvie shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze, shielding her exposed skin with her hand and glaring back. "Why are you looking atlike that?" Jordy averted his gaze and chuckled lightly. "Miss Higgins, I've invited you out many times, and you've always said no. Now that your company is struggling, you suddenly agree to meet me." With a sly grin, he pulled a room key card from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward Sylvie. "If you go to this place tonight at nine, I might consider helping the Higgins Group." He had pieced together that the banks must have turned the Higgins Group down, driving them to seek funding fro maller firms like his.

Sylvie would never have agreed to meet him if the Higgins Group wasn't desperate.

Sylvie's eyes narrowed at the room key card, her frustration boiling over. She stood up abruptly, seized the wine glass before her, and threw the contents in Jordy's face.

"Who do you think you are, trying to make a move on me? No matter how desperate things become, I'll never stoop low enough to beg someone as pathetic as you." Seething, Sylvie turned to leave.

Jordy calmly dried his face with a napkin, preserving his composed façade. He called after her, "Miss Higgins, don't dismissso quickly. If you change your mind, you know where to find me." The restaurant was small, allowing Brenna to see the entire exchange. She recalled Jordy as someone decent in the past, but now, he seemed adept at exploiting someone else's vulnerabilities.

Brenna was about to look away from the scene, but Jordy caught her eye, gave her a brief smile, and then resumed his meal.

Ellie, who had already seen Jordy's photo before, was looking at him. She let out a soft laugh and said, "What are the odds we'd cross paths with him here?" Thiago, unconcerned about encountering Jordy, was more focused on Sylvie. He said, “Sylvie has been plotting with Rosie against Brenna. Recently, I had Joe deal with the Higgins family. Their stocks have plummeted for a 0.0% O 10:55 ||| < Chapter 196 Who Do You Think You Are month straight, wiping seventy billion from their value and pushing them into a financial crisis. Now, even banks refuse to give them loans." Brenna smiled slightly, gratified by Thiago's efforts. "Thank you, this meal is on me." Thiago's face becstern. "Sylvie deserved what she got. She used her money to target others, so it's only fair that she feels what it's like to be poor. I've taken similar actions against the Morrison family. Like the Higgins family, the Morrison family has seen their company's market vale drop by sixty billion and is also desperate for loans. But Vivian isn't like Sylvie; she's just a spoiled daughter who cares only about her own pleasures. She didn't do anything about her family's situation." Ellie lifted her glass to clink it against theirs, her thoughts circling around the likely plans of the Higgins and Morrison families. "If they want any chance at survival, their only move is to start selling off shares." Thiago agreed with a relaxed nod. "Exactly, and their competitors are already snapping up those shares," he said.

Ellie said plainly, "They had it coming." Brenna raised her glass to Thiago. "Thank you again." In Norview, Ethan and Neville, flanked by a dozen bodyguards, had just departed from the Ward family estate. They hadn't gotten far in the car when several cars sped up to them, their occupants opening fire.

"Speed up!" Ethan said, turning to see the attackers in the following car, who were aggressively firing at his car. The attack was intense, clearly with the intent of killing him.

Neville reached under the seat for a duffel bag, pulled out two guns, m loaded them, and handed one to Ethan, keeping one for himself.

Ethan saw the hand grenades inside the bag. He grabbed one, yanked the pin, rolled down his window, and tossed it after counting to two. His timing was perfect; the grenade exploded right as the nearby car closed in.

The blast overturned the car, and the two trailing vehicles collided with the car, flipping over due to their high speed.

With a grim expression, Ethan told the driver to accelerate and lose the remaining pursuers.

He and Neville efficiently fired back at their attackers from their windows until they were no longer visible, then settled back into their seats.

Neville looked concerned. "It looks like they're not planning to return our shipment, but the shipment is essential for our automotive manufacturing." He turned to Ethan, pausing for a moment before cautiously asking, "Do you think we should reach out to the Hewitt family for help?" 100.0%