The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

Chapter 253 Greta's New Plan Brenna went back home, her mind a million miles away, a veritable fog of thoughts obscuring her usual sharp focus. Giselle, with the keen eye of a seasoned observer, noted Brenna's distracted demeanor and inquired, "What's weighing on your mind?" "Mom, Ellie's parents showed up today, demanding she buy houses for her brother's wedding and for them. How could her parents do that to her?" Brenna said.

Giselle let out a sigh and responded, "The world's full of parents who mistreat their children. I know Ellie is your close friend, but this tempest is hers to weather. You shouldn't interfere much." "I'm not interfering; I'm just furious for Ellie!" Brenna exclaimed. "Her parents abandoned her during her hardest years, and now that she's finally successful, they cback to her for money?" Her fists clenched. "What kind of parents treat their own child like that?" The injustice gnawed at Brenna for the rest of the afternoon until Giselle finally managed to comfort her.

"Do you remember Danika?" Giselle asked, changing the topic.

Brenna nodded. "I remember her. She is an engineer at the National Research Institute. She is highly accomplished and about to retire." Giselle said, "The National Research Institute has a joint project with Shirie University on advanced automotive technology. After seeing your lecture at the Harper Group, Danika believes you're the only one who can properly explain the new torque calibration system. She wants you to go to the National Research Institute and give a few lectures. You will be paid a thousand dollars per lecture. And if you're interested, Shirie University will even make you an honorary professor." Brenna let out a soft chuckle. "I am not worthy of being an honorary professor. But I'll do the lectures; I could use sof their top graduates at my stuanyway. Orders have been piling up lately." "I'll notify the dean that you've agreed to this. You will give the lectures in October." Giselle then detailed Shirie University's mechanical engineering program, which was top-ranked in Vanland and even globally.

"I'll prepare properly, then," Brenna said. Even for her, lecturing at this level required serious preparation. Two weeks should be enough.

The following days blurred together. With the fighter jet prototype entering a critical design phase, Brenna's team pulled all-nighters. Brenna only had tto reply to her messages when she returned hat night. She realized that Greta almost messaged her every day. She just replied to her curtly.

"I am about to graduate next year with my Master's in Mechanical Engineering. Could I intern at your stuChapter 253 Greta's New Plan instead of taking the school's placement?" Greta sent another message to Brenna.

In her dorm, Greta prepared for bed, scowling at her phone. Brenna's replies always clate and were often very short.

Annoyance simmered inside her. She thought Brenna was so rude.

"We don't take interns. Sorry," Brenna finally responded.

Greta didn't hesitate. Her fingers flew across the screen as she sent Brenna photos of her award certificates.

If her mother hadn't told her that, even though there weren't many people in Brenna's studio, they handled contracts rivaling multinational firms.

Her mother even believed that within two years, Brenna's team would achieve global recognition.

The team's future was auspicious.

That was why Greta desperately wanted to join the team.

Greta sent Brenna another message. "Please take a look at these. My credentials speak for themselves. I'll excel at any task." Brenna finally took the tto review Greta's resume. She had to admit that it was impressive.

"You're welcto try. I'll have Tommy McCoy, the head of the studio, contact you soon," Brenna replied.

What Brenna hadn't expected was to see Greta at her office door the very next day. At noon, Ethan was inviting Brenna to lunch when Greta appeared with a backpack.

"Brenna, I'm here!" Greta beamed. Then, catching sight of Ethan, she masked her excitement with perfectly timed politeness. "Mr. Mitchell."

Her original plan had been different.

She had intended to forthen Mitchell Group'y position.

That would have placed her near Ethan.

But her mother had pointed out that the Mitchells were a military family. Their secretaries had great om educational backgrounds, and there had never been a scandal involving the Mitchell family members and their secretaries.

If Greta wanted to get close to Ethan, becoming his secretary wouldn't get her that.

So, Greta had changed her plan, wanting to get close to Ethan through Brenna. And, conveniently, her degree fit the role.

Brenna's cool gaze swept over Greta, taking in the travel-rumpled suit. She could tell Greta was fresh off the plane.

Brenna said, "Let's have lunch first. Then we'll talk." Greta turned to Ethan, keeping her expression calm despite the joy in her heart.

"I hope I'm not interrupting you?" she asked carefully.

Ethan's icy glance made his thoughts abundantly clear. She knew she was interrupting And yet, here she was, wanting to join them for lunch anyway.