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.

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

A leaned, toned silhouette took form in her blurry sight. Deirdre could tell from

Engel's expression darkened. "What are you

positively beaming. "What am I

older woman’s heart sank. "About

You ain't sick anywhere but in your head! This house

vile woman who had caused Deirdre to be incarcerated, and

snake the boot was already the height of Mrs. Engel's decorum. It did not mean she was going to

at all for nine years! Urgh, it totally needs a makeover. If I tell Bren I like it to look like a foreign palace, I bet he’ll

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