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.

two couches side-by-side.” The older woman wondered aloud. ‘This way, Mr. Brighthall will have a better sleep if he has to crash on his couch

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

Engel's expression darkened. "What

grin, positively beaming. "What am I

heart sank.

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

caused Deirdre to be

Mrs. Engel's decorum. It did not

the surroundings. "Oh God, this place hasn't changed 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 start

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