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!

in her life. Then, before Brendan counted to one—she took the

bystanders. She flailed, struggling to keep herself afloat, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help

Joan's eyes. This idiot tried to rat

to him that this was the name Declan had mentioned in their call earlier. While Ronan’s drunken

That someone? Joan Wood.

But the fact that she

after Brendan vanished from sight. By that point, the

quietly shaken by the look

the bathroom door open and fill the tub with hot water. He then quickly moved to undress Deirdre, who snapped back to

do it

her clothes against her chest as hard as she could, obviously not letting the man sneak even an inch of a peek. He

wet clothes and submerge herself into the welcoming

out, put on

avail. He