Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 602 Why Is He So Important?

"Either you jump, or your family business is wiped out of the face of this city. Your call,” Brendan sneered. He pulled Deirdre even closer in his arms and smirked. “I bet someone who knows I'm a Brighthall would also know who I am, right? I can destroy a small-fry company with a snap of my finger, so maybe don't try my patience.”

"N-No, Mr. Brighthall! No!” Zinerva pleaded, alarmed.

Deirdre had almost died just now because nobody helped. Judging by Brendan's tone, nobody would dare to even rescue

Zinerva unless he allowed them to! "I can't swim, Mr. Brighthall- I'll die if I go down there! Please, show some mercy! It was just an accident!"

Brendan's tone was as frigid as permafrost. ‘Three. Two."

Zinerva’s lips trembled. Everything she had worked hard for-her image, her reputation, everything-was going to ruins. If news of this got out... she would become the joke of the circle. She could kiss her dream of becoming a socialite goodbye!

But Brendan would punish her family's company if she refused to jump!

life. Then, before Brendan counted to

to keep herself afloat,

This idiot tried

What a familiar name. It suddenly occurred to him that this was the name Declan had mentioned in their call earlier. While Ronan’s drunken intrusion into the women's washroom was made to look like an accident, Brendan later

That someone? Joan Wood.

it happened once. But the fact that she was here when the

staff only dared to rescue her after Brendan vanished from sight. By that point, the young woman had lost at least five years out of her life

the crowd, quietly shaken by the

hot

do

clothes against her chest as hard as she could, obviously not letting the man sneak even an inch of a peek. He could only look away and murmur, “Be careful not to slip. There’s a clean towel

wet clothes and

was finally feeling better, she climbed out, put on a bathrobe, and

on phone models on the balcony to no avail. He