Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 801 His Business Trip Was a Lie

Deirdre returned to the living room from the garden and changed the subject, “I’m hungry, Mrs. Engel.”

“In a minute, sweetie. Your porridge will be ready soon!”

The night, surprisingly, turned out to be a restless one. Then, the next early morning, Deirdre found herself woken up by a shrill commotion with Mrs. Engel’s best attempt at consolation thrown in. She rose, put on a coat, and pushed open her door. The racket became clearer and sharper. It crashed into her ears.

“For the last time, where the h*ll is Brendan Brighthall!? Tell him to get down here right now! I am not leaving until everything’s even!

“How could he do this to me? I sacrificed my entire youth, my better years, to the Brighthall Group! I let them drive me like I was a slave! And he’s repaying all that devotion by sending me away to some foreign country and forcing my children’s schools to expel my kids!?

“What the f*ck is this!? If he’s not going to give me godd*mn explanation, I’m taking this to his old residence!” The man’s eyes were practically spitting fire. His voice was also too loud to ignore.

Deirdre descended the stairs and asked, “What’s wrong, Mrs. Engel?”

quickly approached her.

barged in and demanded to see Mr. Brighthall. I told him the master of the house isn’t at home, but he wouldn’t

raised her head. She could only make out a vague, blurry outline of a person’s face, but she could tell from the content of his rant that this had

wait for him to come back before talking about it. Compared

confusion. Why did this one act as though she was the mistress of the house? Words were that Brendan was not interested in women except his partner. But should that not be someone else altogether? He furrowed

doesn’t matter,” Deirdre replied

Brendan still won’t show up. If you must shout at him, just do it

I supposed to

today! Nobody knows where the h*ll he went, either. Oh, but I know one thing’s for sure. He’s trying to cut me off from my rightful influence over the company by exiling me to a foreign country, so he alone can rule the Brighthall Group like a tyrant!”

me Brendan’s scared … of you? Are you telling me that Brendan Brighthall is hiding

know he’s here, and I’m going to see him. Tell him to

knew better than to do that. Gritting

on a business

the h*ll up!”