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Chapter 602 Why Is He So Important?
"Either you jump, or your family business is wiped out of the face of this city. Your call,” Brendan sneered. He pulled
Deirdre even closer in his arms and smirked. "I bet someone who knows I'm a Brighthall would also know who I am,
right? I can destroy a small-fry company with a snap of my finger, so maybe don't try my patience."
"N-No, Mr. Brighthall! No!" Zinerva pleaded, alarmed.
Deirdre had almost died just now because nobody helped. Judging by Brendan's tone, nobody would dare to even
rescue Zinerva unless he allowed them to! "I can't swim, Mr. Brighthall- I'll die if I go down there! Please, show
some mercy! It was just an accident!"
Brendan’s tone was as frigid as permafrost. 'Three. Two."
Zinerva’s lips trembled. Everything she had worked hard for-her image, her reputation, everything-was going to
ruins. If news of this got out... she would become the joke of the circle. She could kiss her dream of becoming a
socialite goodbye!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBut Brendan would punish her family's company if she refused to jump!
Zinerva had never been so devastated by regret in her life. Then, before Brendan counted to one—she took the
leap, nerves frazzled.
The splash she made caused laughter to erupt from the bystanders. She flailed, struggling to keep herself afloat,
and screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help me! Help me, Joan! Joan Wood!"
Malice colored Joan's eyes. This idiot tried to rat her out at this hour!?
"Joan Wood, huh?" Brendan narrowed his eyes. What a familiar name. It suddenly occurred to him that this was the
name Declan had mentioned in their call earlier. While Ronan's drunken intrusion into the women's
washroom was made to look like an accident, Brendan later learned that someone had told him where the
washroom was in the first place.
That someone? Joan Wood.
One could call it a coincidence if it happened once. But the fact that she was here when the second incident was
happening?
Brendan's expression darkened.
Deirdre should not be outside any minute longer. Drawing her into his arms, they left under the commotion
Zinerva’s shrieks made. The staff only dared to rescue her after Brendan vanished from sight. By that point, the
young woman had lost at least five years out of her life to trauma. All she could do was sob.
Joan disappeared into the crowd, quietly shaken by the look on Brendan's face.
The first thing Brendan did after they returned to the hotel was to kick the bathroom door open and fill the tub with
hot water. He then quickly moved to undress Deirdre, who snapped back to her senses as soon as he removed the
first button. "I can do it myself!"
She pressed her clothes against her chest as hard as she could, obviously not letting the man sneak even an inch of
a peek.
He could only look away and murmur, "Be careful not to slip. There’s a clean towel on the rack... Excuse me."
Deirdre waited until he was gone to remove her wet clothes and submerge herself into the welcoming embrace of
a warm bath. When she was finally feeling better, she climbed out, put on a bathrobe, and stepped out of the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbathroom.
Brendan was checking on phone models on the balcony to no avail. He heard the bathroom door opening and
strode in from the balcony. "Any sign of discomfort?"
She shook her head. "I'm feeling better."
Worry was practically scrawling all over Brendan's features, yet he had to harden his tone to suit his role. "Speak up
if you feel under the weather, so we can at least get you a doctor as soon as possible. The last thing I want is for
you to be in anything less than perfect health when we visit the Kings tomorrow. Don't embarrass me."
"I won’t." The corner of Deirdre’s lips twitched. "About my phone...”
"I'll have someone repair it. Don't worry."
She felt her heart finally at ease.
A pang of glum shot into Brendan's chest. The only thing she seemed to have cared about ever since she had
returned to her room was that phone. It was as if her entire heart and soul were in there. She could not live without
it.
Kyran was important to her, but... why was he this important?
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