The Phantom Heiress Rising From The Shadows

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Chapter 647: Patrick, eager to prove he was mature, spoke like an adult. "That's good. I can sleep on my own. Brenna, I am going to bed now." Brenna chuckled and gently tugged him back to the couch. "Whoa, slow your roll. That room needs a quick spruce-up first. Someone used to live there. I will ask the- "Servants will prepare the room for you, alright?" Brenna said.

Patrick gave a nod and snuggled up next to her, playing with the car model.

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Giselle's eyes flicked to the model, a hint of worry creeping in. "Isn't that the one you use for your lectures? You sure he won't break it? Wouldn't it be a problem if a piece went missing or something?" Patrick's head shot up, his voice brimming with confidence. "I'm not gonna break it, I swear. I know what I'm doing. No pieces are going missing." Giselle grinned, charmed by his earnestness.

Brenna waved off the concern with a smile. "It's all good, Mom. Patrick's a sharp one. This model's tricky, but he can take it apart and put it back together on his own. He's a wiz with mechanical stuff, and he has incredible coding skills, too." Ernst nodded. "Indeed. The last tBrenna was giving a talk at the Harper Group, speople tried to sabotage the projector. Guess who sniffed out the glitch and fixed it? This little genius. Kid's got a bright future." Giselle was thoroughly impressed. She called for Julia to get Rosie's old room ready for Patrick.

The next morning, Brenna roused Patrick early. She had a jam-packed day ahead, moving her two studios into the Mitchell Group building.

When they trotted downstairs, Patrick's jaw practically hit the floor. "Whoa! This is next-level!" he gasped, eyes bugging out at the breakfast before him.

The dining table was a feast for the senses, loaded with delicious food: golden croissants, buttery biscuits, crumbly scones, a muffin medley, whole-grain toast, bagels slathered with cream cheese, fluffy scrambled eggs, sizzling bacon, juicy sausages... There were also different kinds of pies.

Patrick gawked at the spread, practically drooling. "The food smells so good!" He then turned to Brenna. "Can I eat anything I want here?" Brenna mussed his hair with a grin. "Of course." Julia strolled over, her smile warm as she gestured to the spread. "We've got all sorts of breads and pies. Which ones would you like?" Patrick parked himself in front of the pies, marveling at their picture-perfect crusts. Each one looked so great, better than anything he had seen in bakeries.

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"I want all of them,” he declared, ticking off his order on his fingers. so "Plus a bowl of chicken soup, one En egg, a glass of milk..."

Brenna laughed. "That's a lot. Are you sure you can finish all that? You're shall staying here for a few days; no need to eat everything you like in a day."

Patrick plopped down across from her, letting out a theatrical sigh. "Brenna, you don't get it. My mom sleeps till noon and never makes I breakfast. Grandma tries, but it's just boring soup with pickles. The eggs? Plain boiled, every time. Here, the breakfast is fantastic. Can I stay here forever? I'm worried that when my grandparents move out, Mom won't prepare breakfast for me, leavingto cook for myself."

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