Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 777 They're No Good!

Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. "When did they leave?" "Not long ago!" Henry's answer sprung at the tail-end of his question." About three or four days ago."

Three or four days ago? Meaning they had left the eastern Surstate and came straight to the west side. It was also the one blindspot of their manhunt.

Brendan wished he could kick himself for this mistake. A part of him was mocking himself-oh, what lengths his darling Deirdre would not go to if it meant escaping him!

How were they supposed to survive in the wealthier western Surstate now that Tobey’s bank account had been frozen?

He shook himself out of his thoughts and finally turned to look Henry in the eyes for the first time. Part of him could not help but notice how much the man's skin seemed to be glistening under the light. "Do you know where they went?"

of elite, legendary figure everyone would scrape their knees to lick his shoes clean for-he was so important, Henry

Henry added, "I've actually started a manhunt of my own, so you can leave this case to me, Mr. Brighthall. We

gulped. "Uh, six

his teeth, his gaze biting. "Your attitude tells me

it three," Brendan ordered before shooting Sam a look. The latter immediately produced a pen and a piece of paper before writing down their contact details and stuffing

more demanding than he had expected. Three days? How was he supposed to

those two?" he asked gingerly. He remembered Tobey's shifty behavior akin to a fugitive and thought,' Could it be that those

then went to the picture of being beaten up, and his spleen rose. "I knew it! Those no-good dispsh*ts! The only reason why I even tried to help him was that he used to be my schoolmate! I received him and his stupid girlfriend, but that piece of sh*t-"

his head and nodded. "Yes! They even

saw it, the source of that offense...

already nursing a big, fat grudge against the woman, and now his sycophantic desire to kiss up Brendan galvanized him into continuing the thread. He began to raise his voice. 'That girlfriend of his, that Deirdre McKinnon, is a wh*re. Sh*tty HI' b*tch, stinking pick-me sl*t who loves feeling us men up all the f*cking time! She