Chapter 602


    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-frypany with a snap of my finger,


    so maybe don''t try my patience.”


    "N-No, Mr. Brighthall! No!” Zinerva pleaded, rmed.


    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 ident!"


    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 be the joke of the circle. She could kiss her


    dream of bing a socialite goodbye!


    But Brendan would punish her family''spany 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 ssh she made causedughter to erupt from the bystanders. She iled, 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 urred to him that


    this was the name Den had mentioned in their call earlier. While Ronan’s drunken intrusion into the


    women''s washroom was made to look like an ident, Brendanter learned that someone had told


    him where the washroom was in the first ce.


    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 weing


    embrace of a warm bath.


    When she was finally feeling better, she climbed out, put on a bathrobe, and stepped out of the


    bathroom.


    Brendan was checking on phone models on the balcony to no avail. He heard the bathroom door


    opening and strode in from the balcony.


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    "Any sign of difort?”


    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.


    Thest 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?