Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 430 Madame Brighthall

Deirdre’s shirt and hair were wet with sweat. The air was cold, and her entire body was shaking with fear.

Even though a door blocked her away from Brendan, she was still assaulted by a wave of coldness that chilled her to the bone. The oppression that came with the man from the moment he was born seemed like an invisible hand that grabbed her by her neck, suffocating her.

Fear and nervousness were all she felt during those few minutes.

After Brendan left, she realized how much she feared this man.

She dropped to the floor as if all energy had left her body. She wrapped her arms around herself and took a few deep breaths until she completely calmed down.

Then, her phone rang again.

She picked it up this time and answered, “Hello.”

There was only the typing sound from the other side of the call. Deirdre came around to her senses and realized it was Kyran.

So did that mean that Kyran was the one who had called her twice?

was her inside the cubicle. He would have never called her while talking to Mr.

for freeing and pulling her up from hell with this phone call. Even if he

“Kyran? Is that you?”

the phone in reply to

calm down and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I was feeling a bit unwell, so I stayed in the restroom for a while longer. Give me another two

knocked on the phone

got out of the cubicle. She went to the washbasin and rinsed her hands off her

someone came into the restroom

up and took a step back. The man was also stunned and did not dare to enter the restroom. “Isn’t this

‘He isn’t Brendan…’

and explained, “No, this is the male toilet, but I’m

“I see. It’s okay.”

the restroom, Deirdre put on the mask again. Even though her face was bandaged, it was wet with sweat and caused her a lot of

to run into Breandan. After all, she was certain that Brendan would be able to recognize

room along the wall. While she was walking up the

noises from ahead.