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!"

fire. His voice was

stairs and asked,

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

with work. "Sir, Mr. Brighthall’s not at home. If you have anything meant for him, please wait for

by confusion. Why did this one act as though she was the mistress of the house? Words were that Brendan was not interested in women except his partner.

supposed to be?" "It doesn't matter," Deirdre replied patiently. "You could be here all day, shouting until your face turns blue, and Brendan still won’t show up. If you must shout at him, just do it 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 me off from my rightful influence over the company by exiling

you telling me Brendan's scared ... of you? Are you telling me that

sh*t what he's doing. I know he's here, and I'm going to see him. Tell him to

to search every room in

Where is he?" "Out on a business trip." "A business- Oh, shut the h*ll up!" Mr. Jensen snorted. "You actually thought an excuse as sh*tty as this one is going

And what? He takes 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 of directors, and even I’ve never heard of any golden-goose project so important that it