Chapter 902 Persona Non-Grata

“Where’s Mr. Brighthall?” Mrs. Engel asked. “Why isn’t here with us?”

Deirdre seemingly blinked back to attention. “He, uh, said there’s a lot of things at work pending his attention for the moment, so he’s not going to join us. Just send his portion upstairs.” “That busy, huh?”

Deirdre thinned her lips. ‘The company is going through a massive purge, Mrs. Engel. He needs to ensure that every single position is being occupied by someone reliable and trustworthy, which means he’s now an even bigger micromanager. It’s only normal for him to be so… busy.” “I see,” Mrs. Engel replied noncommittally before muttering, “Gosh, it isn’t easy to found a business, right? I’ll immediately bring his portion upstairs before Mr. Brighthall gnaws on his fingernails out of hunger.” “Alright.”

Deirdre finished her dinner alone.

Brendan did not step into her room all night.

Engel later told Deirdre that the man spent his night on the couch in his study. “I was thinking if we should put these two couches side-by-side.” The older woman wondered aloud. ‘This way, Mr. Brighthall will have a

the floor. A leaned, toned silhouette took form in her

Engel’s expression darkened. “What

“What am I doing here? Excuse

woman’s heart sank.

your head! This house is for Mr. Brighthall and Mrs. Brighthall. This is their private residence! Who in their right mind is going to let you stay here? God, I’ve seen kids

Engel’s umbrage had a source. She remembered who Charlene was- the vile woman who had caused Deirdre to be incarcerated, and the devil who

giving the snake the boot was already the height of Mrs. Engel’s decorum. It

it totally needs a makeover. If I tell Bren

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