Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

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.

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

by a series of heels clicking on the floor. A leaned, toned silhouette took form in her blurry sight. Deirdre could tell from the way the figure put on airs who this was, no

"What are you

a lopsided grin, positively beaming. "What am I doing here? Excuse me, but didn't Bren

older woman’s heart sank.

eyes at Deirdre, glee bursting out of them like gunshots. "I'm staying here to recuperate.” "Are you kidding me!?' Mrs. Engel was apoplectic. "Recuperate from what? You ain't sick anywhere but in your head! This house is for Mr. Brighthall and Mrs. Brighthall. This is their private residence! Who in their right mind is going to let you stay here? God, I've

be incarcerated, and the devil who had thrown Brendan's company into so much chaos, the man

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

Urgh, it totally needs a makeover. If I tell Bren I