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Charlene said, “Why would he bully me, huh… It’s just that…”Her eyes were red from tears, and she assumed an act of grievance, saying, “He picked up a woman’s call after he left with me yesterday. He left me all alone suddenly, and I couldn't help asking the people around him, only to find out that…”Madame Brighthall frowned. “Find out what?”“I found out that he has a woman stowed away in the villa,” Charlene explained in a haste. “But I’ve always trusted Brendan, and I know that he is not that kind of man. Perhaps the woman is just Brendan’s friend, but it’s possible that it was just a fling… I’m fine. I just don’t feel very good. I don’t have a family, so I regard you as my biological mother and I couldn’t help telling you. Please don’t blame him, mother!”Madame Brighthall looked angry. “Is that true? I have to get to the bottom of it! If Brendan has a mistress, I won’t allow it, and the rest of the Brighthall ancestors won’t allow it, either!”Upon saying that, Madame Brigh

Charlene covered her mouth in a haste as if she had misspoken. She then explained in a flurry, “No… Ms. McKinnon didn’t do that on purpose. It’s possible that she loved Brendan too much at the time and did it out of spite… I choose to forgive her!”“Why are you still putting in a good word for her when she almost crippled your leg? You’re too kind, Charlene!” Madame Brighthall looked at Deirdre as if she was protecting a young child. She said in a voice tainted with anger, “I didn’t expect that you’d not only enjoy ruining their relationship but you’d also hurt people despite your young age. I was still rather fond of you when I met you previously. Leave at once! Don’t let me see you again from now on!”Madame Brighthall used to be the only person who defended her in the past, but she was protecting the real Charlene now, as she had just ordered Deirdre to leave the villa. Deirdre’s hands were shaking behind her back, and she lowered her head. “I’m sorry…”‘I’m sorry that I disgus

A bucket of ice-cold water was poured all over her face. Deirdre’s opened wide from shock. She realized she could not move. Her limbs were tied.The woman who had woken her up scanned her. Disgust was dripping from her words. “Eew, what the hell? It’s bad enough that she looks like a horror movie—she’s way too skinny and frail to even satisfy a customer! I swear, Mr. Brighthall is unbelievable.”Someone was quick to appease her, saying, “Well, it’s more about doing Mr. Brighthall a favor, right? You know he’s gonna remember this and repay you with lots of goodies in the future, Madam Rouge!” “Pfft. A favor. I’d love to do him a favor, but God! This b*tch can’t even attract a man in heat,” Madam Rouge sneered. Clamping a cigarette between her fingers, she strutted toward Deirdre and frowned. “Holy sh*t. Hell, no! This b*tch is blind!”Deirdre felt a chill crawling up her spine. ‘So Brendan… is the one behind this?‘Has he finally grown sick of me, after all? He has grown weary o

Brendan’s mien turned stormy. He espied a bucket of water next to a mop nearby and poured it all over Deirdre’s face. The chill woke Deirdre from her drug-induced stupor. Her newfound sobriety was met with more abuse. “Are you awake now?! I’m your husband! Who else could you possibly want other than me?! Are you really the kind of cheap sl*t who can’t help but spread her legs for anyone with a di*k as long as he’s nice?”‘My husband?’ Deirdre parroted inwardly.Tears welled up in her eyes. She wanted to laugh. For two long years, she had suffered so much because of this stupid title, and what had she gotten in return? This arduous, inescapable hell. This proclamation had ceased bringing her joy. “Yes! I am that kind of cheap sl*t! I’ll let any man screw me! Anyone!” Her knees were wobbling, but she willed herself to stand firm. “Anyone except you, Brendan Brighthall.”“How dare you!” he howled before he raised his hand.Deirdre could feel the breeze of his motion. She then c

Brendan’s other two bodyguards stood behind Sam. They clearly had their own opinions about the entire incident, but even they knew better than to speak loudly between themselves.“What the hell has been up with Mr. Brighthall lately, man? He’s been acting like he lost his soul and his will to live just because a blind-*ss woman went missing,” one of them whispered. He was wearing a look that was not subtle by any means. “You don’t think… he’s fallen in love with that freak, do you?”“Bro, you’re really acting like this couldn’t just be the concern and worry of a decent human being,” the other man replied. “Come on, man. Mr. Brighthall and that freak? It’d be like an elf prince marrying an ogress, bro! Hell, I bet there are ogresses who are even more pleasing to the eye. She looks like a pile of shi—”“Shut uuuuuuup!” Sam suddenly snapped, shattering his self-imposed silence. His eyes were wild with fury. It was genuinely unsettling to see someone famous for being approachable and