Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 831 Execute the Plan

Blood drained off Charlene’s face entirely when she heard the remark, and she clutched the table with her hands.

Yes, Brendan had not come to see her even once since his return from Surstate.

Not only that, but he also refused to take her call unless it was something related to Ophelia. Otherwise, he would not be bothered to pay her the slightest attention.

She put up with it and ignored his coldness constantly, yet she was extremely embarrassed to be exposed by Connor.

“It will be fine when I marry Brendan, and the people of Neve know I'm Mrs. Brighthall.”

Charlene caught a breath and said in an arrogant tone, "Deirdre is still a mistress no matter how much Brendan cherishes her. She won't be able to marry Brendan, and for that, she will cut her losses and run.”

"Are you certain you won't be the one that is gotten rid of first by then?" Connor glanced at the information received on his phone and showed the screen to Charlene. ‘You're still dreaming about marrying Brendan, and you still don't know that Brendan has already taken Deirdre on a restaurant date as a couple. It won't be long before you are completely replaced.”

saw the photo of a woman walking into the restaurant holding Brendan's hand. She snatched

“How is this happening?"

invited Brendan to dine at this restaurant on multiple occasions, but Brendan rejected her invitation. Yet, he had

loathe Brendan to death. Why is she having a good time with Brendan now? Have they

exuded coldness and was frantic with anger.

to be gone already and hiding obediently in Surstate and

eyes were burning with intense hatred,

she was done smashing things, she breathed heavily, and her expression was distorted in rage. Her eyes were filled with I the wildness of a person who

I accept

took

but took a seat anyway because Brendan was the decision-maker

the musical ended, Brendan turned his head to look toward Deirdre to find that she was already asleep. Her lashes rested on her face and cast a layer of gentle shadows. Her facial features were small and delicate. She looked so beautiful like a princess under the illumination of the light, and

better than Charlene’s. He had a hard time forgetting Deirdre's beauty after taking one glance,

Charlene at the time, so he dismissed his perception of Deirdre. In fact, his mind had been so