Chapter 708
Chapter 708 This is All Your Fault!
Mr. Cruz had hardly finished his sentence when a very stormy-faced Brendan threw a punch at Mr.
Cruz''s nose.
The older man wailed and copsed on the floor as blood sprayed from his broken nose.
That was only the beginning. Brendan''s face had twisted into a vein popping, nightmarish glower. He
grabbed Mr. Cruz by his cor and dished out more punishment square on his face. Every hit was rock
solid, and even as blood was spraying, there was no sign of Brendan lessening his force.
It happened so quickly that the crowd was too startled to say anything or pull him away. They just
gawked at him, though one of them managed to be aware enough to cry out, "What are you doing,
Brighthall? That''s Mr. Cruz right there! You''re going to need his favors, right!?”
"Since when have I ever needed any f*cking favor from a sh*thead!?" Brendan thundered, his eyes
dangerously red. His gaze was so sharp it was like the service end of a dagger, and the man promptly
shut himself up, pale. Brendan gave a few more kicks to the older man on the floor as hard as he
could. He wished he could murder him already, but Deirdre''s welfare was his priority. He removed his
coat and covered her with it.
His finger grazed her skin, and he felt her shaking. It felt like a knife had sunken into his chest. Taking a
deep breath to suppress his roaring emotions, he said, “I''m sorry... But I''m here now. I''ll bring you out of
here.”
He pulled Deirdre into his arms and made his way to the door.
Mr. Cruz, who finally regained some consciousness, rose unsteadily from the floor with his hand on his
face.
"F*ck you, Brighthall! F*ck you!" he shouted almost unintelligibly.
"How dare you do this to me!? You f*cking piece of sh*t!"
The crowd shut up. They could not afford to offend Brendan or Mr. Cruz.
Meanwhile, Brendan turned to re at him.
"You think being a hot sh*t in Neve makes you the king of everywhere else, punk!?" Mr. Cruz
continued. "Mark my word, d*psh*t, you''ve made a very powerful enemy today!"
Brendan snorted. “Ha! Do your worst."
Why would he give a sh*t to hacks like Mr. Cruz? He never had and never would.
He shot a look at Sam as soon as he stepped out of the room before giving a simplemand, "Don''t
let even one of them escape."
Sam nodded and led a gang of bodyguards inside. Then, he closed the door.
Brendan cradled the woman in his arms even more tightly as he cursed at his own tardiness. He had
already suspected something amiss when Charlene started acting even dingier than she already was,
but it took a call from Den about Deirdre''s disappearance to clue him in about her possible scheme.
Had hee any secondter...
Achill swept across his eyes as belligerent lividity shadowed his face. None of the employees dared
step in his way as he stormed out of Sigh and Sea.
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They broke out of the entrance, where the wintry air greeted them. He gripped the young woman a little
harder and said, "It''s alright now, Deirdre. It''s over."
There was no response—not even a stir. Brendan freed his one hand to pull the car door open. He
identally touched her elbow, and suddenly, Deirdre drew a sharp breath and shivered even harder.
Brendan''s pupils dted. "Are you hurt?”
He pulled the coat away from her.
He froze. Her face was marred with fresh, ongoing tears. She stared at him, her face devoid of
expression. The nipping wind seemed to have stung her awake a little because she gnashed her
chattering teeth and said, “Unhand me!"
Brendan reeled and softened his tone as much as he could.
“Deirdre, are you hurt? Let me take a look, okay?"
He reached out to the woman''s arm. In a sh, he felt a p across his cheek.
The burning sting quickly spread across his whole face like wildfire.
She was still shaking. Forcing back her tears, she shouted, “Stop pretending already, for f*ck''s sake!
This is all your fault! You really think I’d suddenly adore you and thank you just because you''re the one
who rescued me from the fire you started!?"