Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!-Chapter 52: Party Plan

"Bad boy, I won’t bother with you for now. I’m going out!" Hannah laughed, then turned and ran outside.

Brandon watched her retreating figure, his gaze growing colder. He had never felt such loathing for her before.

Once, Hannah was the object of his intense pursuit. They used to sneak around, have secret dates, and those times were thrilling and sweet.

But now, all he felt for Hannah was disgust. Her pretense, her hypocrisy, it all became so clear to him.

Whatever, he thought. One step at a time. Brandon decided that if he did manage to win over Ella, he would cut ties with Hannah completely.

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It was past eight in the evening, and Eric was still working late at the office.

Ella arrived at the reception desk with his favorite cream of mushroom soup. "Could you please let him know that Ella is here to see the president?" she said calmly to the receptionist.

The receptionist, a strikingly beautiful woman, couldn’t help but scoff internally at the sight of this high school-looking girl asking to see Eric.

Women from outside tried every trick to meet Eric, only to be rejected by Mr. Nelson every time.

"Do you have an appointment, Miss?" the receptionist asked.

"Yes," Ella recalled having called Eric earlier and nodded.

The receptionist checked the guest list and then looked up coldly. "I’m sorry, Miss, but your name is not on the appointment list."

Ella frowned. She had hoped to go through formal channels to meet Eric, but this was proving to be troublesome.

"In other words, Miss, please don’t have unrealistic dreams. Our president isn’t someone you can just meet," the receptionist sneered, her eyes full of disdain.

Ella gave her a cool glance, not wanting to waste time arguing. She sat down and took out her phone to call Eric.

"I’m downstairs at your company, but Mr. Nelson, it seems you didn’t inform the reception. I’m not allowed up. Could you please notify them?" Ella’s tone was laced with annoyance. The whole situation made her feel like some lovesick teenager chasing after Eric.

"Wait there, don’t be mad. I was too busy and forgot," Eric’s light laughter came through the phone. Two seconds after he hung up, the reception phone rang. The receptionist’s face turned pale as she answered.

After she hung up, she forced a smile. "Miss Davis, the president will see you now. This way to the exclusive elevator."

Ella nodded, "Your forced smile looks worse. You should stick to your natural expression."

"Oh, Miss Davis, please don’t be angry. It was my mistake. Please forgive me..." The receptionist’s face went ashen with fear. This job was not only easy but also well-paid, and she didn’t want to lose it over a misunderstanding.

Ella ignored her and walked towards the elevator.

A minute later, Ella entered Eric’s office. She carefully set the cream of mushroom soup down. "Drink this soup first. It won’t taste good if it gets cold."

Eric put down his pen and stretched lazily, a playful smile on his lips. "You’re so considerate, even before we’re married. It seems I won’t have to teach you much in the future!"

Ella rolled her eyes at him. "Stop with the jokes. Let me see your hand."

Eric was dressed in a suit, so Ella rushed forward and carefully took off his jacket.

Eric suddenly grabbed Ella’s hand. "Darling, why are you taking off my clothes? Are you trying to..."

Ella blushed. "I’m just checking your injury. Stop having wild thoughts!"

"But I love having wild thoughts!"

Ignoring him, Ella gently rolled up the sleeve of his white shirt.

On his arm, a scar about the size of a finger appeared in front of Ella. Though it had already scabbed over, she could imagine how painful it must have been at the time.

"It’s healed with a scab, so there’s no need to go to the hospital," Ella sighed with relief, feeling she had made a fuss over nothing.

Ella suddenly felt warm breaths on her ear. Startled, she realized Eric was right next to her face, laughing wickedly.

"Sweetheart, you were really worried about me, weren’t you?"

Eric’s eyes curved into a smile. Ella’s concern was evident from her expressions and her eyes.

Ella glared at him. "No, I just felt a little guilty since you got hurt because of me..."

"Hmm, women always say the opposite of what they mean... You smell really good," Eric said, his wolfish nature surfacing. He nibbled on her earlobe, making Ella shiver and let out a soft moan.

He suddenly pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips to hers. Ella struggled, "The door isn’t locked!"

"No one dares come in..." Eric murmured, his hands wandering. Ella’s face turned bright red with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. Why did he always act like a hungry wolf whenever he saw her?

Yet she couldn’t deny, each time he had her in his arms but couldn’t have her, it was torture.

Eric was now enduring such torment, his voice husky as he kissed Ella and said, "Ella... help me..."

"Help you with what?" Ella asked, wide-eyed and confused, her heart pounding wildly.

"Help me out..." He placed her hand on his hard bulge, making Ella quickly pull her hand back in shock. "You... you should take a cold shower!"

With that, Ella pushed Eric away.

Eric looked at her in agony, shaking his head helplessly. "Ella, you truly are the coldest woman. Faced with my charm, you remain unmoved... Ah..."

Overwhelmed with frustration, he rushed into the bathroom.

Ella sat on the sofa, her face flushed. She thought about his predicament and felt a deep sense of frustration.

She was only eighteen now, and he had to wait for how many years?

Could he really wait until she graduated from college? It seemed doubtful.

The bathroom door swung open, and Eric emerged with a flushed face, his hair damp with water droplets. He lazily sat down, the cream of mushroom soup now almost cold.

Ella watched him slowly savor the soup, his handsome features making her heart race again.

"I’m hosting a party on Sunday. There will be a big scene. Do you want to come?" Ella asked with a light smile.

Eric’s interest was piqued immediately. "At your place?"

"Yes," Ella didn’t reveal her plan to Eric because she might do something at the party that would make him very angry.

If she told him now, he would surely forbid it.

But only by taking matters into her own hands could she exact satisfying revenge!