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

made caused laughter to erupt from the bystanders. She flailed, struggling to keep herself afloat, and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help me! Help

tried to

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

That someone? Joan Wood.

happened once. But the fact that she was here when the second incident was happening? Brendan's expression

outside any minute longer. Drawing her into his arms, they left under the commotion Zinerva’s shrieks made. 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 to trauma. All she could do was

the crowd, quietly shaken by the look on Brendan's

thing Brendan did after they returned to the hotel was to kick the bathroom door open and fill the tub with hot water. He then quickly

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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 on the rack... Excuse

to remove her wet clothes and submerge herself into the welcoming embrace of

put on a bathrobe, and stepped

models on the balcony to no avail. He heard the