Chapter 777


    Chapter 777 They’re No Good!


    Brendan furrowed his eyebrows. “When did they leave?” “Not long ago!” Henry’s answer sprung at the


    tail-end of his question.” About three or four days ago.”


    Three or four days ago? Meaning they had left the eastern Surstate and came straight to the west side.


    It was also the one blindspot of their manhunt.


    Brendan wished he could kick himself for this mistake. A part of him was mocking himself-oh, what


    lengths his darling Deirdre would not go to if it meant escaping him!


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    How were they supposed to survive in the wealthier western Surstate now that Tobey’s bank ount


    had been frozen?


    He shook himself out of his thoughts and finally turned to look Henry in the eyes for the first time. Part


    of him could not help but notice how much the man’s skin seemed to be glistening under the light. “Do


    you know where they went?”


    His disy of patience made Henry feel honored and special. Brendan was the kind of elite, legendary


    figure everyone would scrape their knees to lick his shoes clean for-he was so important, Henry would


    pretend to know where Deirdre and Tobey.


    He nodded effusively. “Of course I do! They are still in western Surstate, I can assure you!”


    Henry added, “I’ve actually started a manhunt of my own, so you can leave this case to me, Mr.


    Brighthall. We haven’t dug out the actual address, but mywork of acquaintances covered the


    entirety of Surstate. I’ll be able to locate them within a week!”


    “A week?” Brendan snapped, displeased. A week felt like a year to him!


    Henry gulped. “Uh, six days?”


    Brendan shed him his teeth, his gaze biting. “Your attitude tells me you’re not interested in working


    with the Brighthall Group.”


    “Five days?”


    “Make it three,” Brendan ordered before shooting Sam a look. Thetter immediately produced a pen


    and a piece of paper before writing down their contact details and stuffing it into Henry’s bag under his


    arm.


    Henry felt beads of sweat pouring out of his skin. Brendan was more demanding than he had expected.


    Three days? How was he supposed to find them in three days?


    “Hey, can I ask? Why do you want to look for those two?” he asked gingerly. He remembered Tobey’s


    shifty behavior akin to a fugitive and thought,’ Could it be that those two have managed to offend Mr.


    Brighthall!?’


    His thought then went to the picture of being beaten up, and his spleen rose. “I knew it! Those no-good


    dispsh*ts! The only reason why I even tried to help him was that he used to be my schoolmate! I


    received him and his stupid girlfriend, but that piece of sh*t-”


    “Girlfriend?” Brendan narrowed his eyes.


    Henry cocked his head and nodded. “Yes! They even admitted to it!”


    A storm immediately shadowed Brendan’s mien. The way Henry saw it, the source of that offense…


    must havee from Deirdre!


    He was already nursing a big, fat grudge against the woman, and now his sycophantic desire to kiss up


    Brendan galvanized him into continuing the thread. He began to raise his voice. ‘That girlfriend of his,


    that Deirdre McKinnon, is a wh*re. Sh*tty HI’ b*tch, stinking pick-me sl*t who loves feeling us men up


    all the f*cking time! She had the galls to try seducing me when she was staying in thepound, and


    then yed victim and used me of being a harassed Ptooey!”


    Brendan’s eyes suddenly looked up. He trained them at Henry’s beaming face, and a smile crept into


    his lips.


    Henry thought it meant he was gaining traction. “When I found her, Mr. Brighthall, I promise you… You


    don’t even need to dirty your hands. I’ll lock that b*tch in a cer and let her suffer in the cold darkness


    myself-”


    A punch hit him on his nose like a train, It was Sam.


    Then, with a crash, Henry’s rotund body answered gravity’s call as his teeth kissed the floor.