Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 903 Seize This Chance

“Here’s the thing. We don’t give a damn who you’ll end up marrying, but since we’ll be staying together for a while, let me give you a piece of advice,” Deirdre said a little apathetically. “Mrs. Engel is going to be your housekeeper and your cook. That means she has plenty of chances to surprise you, don’t you think?”

Mrs. Engel caught on. “She’s right, Miss McKinney. Protecting yourself against obvious enemies is one thing, but against someone who you depend on? It would be easy for me to place some pins on your pillow… Or spit in your filet…”

Charlene’s expression darkened before the older woman finished. “You dare!?”

Mrs. Engel shot a disgusted glare. “What’s stopping me? I’ll quit once Miss McKinnon leaves anyway. You don’t even know where my home is. I am not scared of your petty payback!”

Charlene gnashed her teeth for a while before her ire subsided a little. She glared daggers at Deirdre and turned her umbrage back against the latter.” You turn being a doormat into an art form, huh? You’re looking at the one who murdered your mom right now, and your reaction is, ‘Alright. Cool, cool.’ “Aren’t you going to push me down the stairs and check in at the detainment center for another alternative vacation?”

Charlene as though she was seeing through her. “Your judgment day is coming, Charlene. One day,

laugh, but Deirdre’s glare was so cutting that it made her sneer “b*tch!” under her breath. She curled the corner of her lips and smiled. “I don’t know what judgment that’s supposed to be, but I know that once your kid’s born, they aren’t going to be

A moment later,

Deirdre clapped on the back of

herself to answer Charlene’s call, though she deliberately offered the one farthest from Brendan’s room. Naturally, Charlene insisted snobbily on living in

her territory, Mrs. Engel descended the stairs anxiously. “Why did Mr. Brighthall invite a woman this vile here? This is

enough, but this time, you need to do as I say,” she advised solemnly. “Charlene is not someone you can cross

this new order. “But I just- God, I can’t stand that vixen! She’s the man-stealer! She has no right to… And Mr. Brighthall,

me. I’ll have nothing to

after she heard the entirety of their conversation. The real reason Charlene was told to move here was pure calculation-it was part of Brendan’s