The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows novel Chapter 253

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 come back 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 some of their top graduates at my studio anyway. 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 time to reply to her messages when she returned home at 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 studio

Chapter 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 came late 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 time to review Greta’s resume. She had to admit that it was impressive.

“You’re welcome to 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 apply for the Mitchell Group’s secretary position. That would have placed her near Ethan.