Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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!"

eyes were practically spitting fire. His voice

and asked, "What’s wrong,

her. 'This angry man suddenly barged in and demanded to see Mr. Brighthall. I told him the master

a person's face, but she could tell from the content of his rant that this had something to do with work.

this one act as though she was the mistress of the house? Words were that Brendan

over the phone or talk to him personally." "As if that's an option! Where the h*ll am I supposed to drag him out to the open?" Mr. Jensen scoffed. "He's not in his office at all today! Nobody knows where the h*ll he went, either. Oh, but I know one thing's for sure. He's trying to cut

corner of Deirdre's lips twitched. "Are you telling me Brendan's scared ... of you? Are you

give a counterargument, so he bit back with a brusque snarl. "I don't give a sh*t what he's doing. I know he's here, and I'm going to see him. Tell him

search every room in the house if you

trip." "A business- Oh, shut the h*ll up!" Mr. Jensen snorted. "You actually thought

one look at the mountain of work he's supposed to solve and decides to go on a business trip instead? My *ss!" he rebutted. "I’m one of the board