Chapter 778


    Chapter 778 Miss McKinnon is Mr. Brighthall’s Lover


    Sam lifted him high-a feat easy enough for his well-trained muscles. He chucked him at a chair, and the


    force with Henry’s weightbined smashed the poor thing into pieces.


    Sam picked up one of its legs like a baton.


    Henry almost wetted himself from the sudden change of events. Still lying on the floor, he begged,


    “Stop, Mr. Brighthall! Sir! Oh Lord, stop! I’ll give you everything you need! Don’t hit me! Please! Stop!”


    The blood from his nose and lips seemed to have mixed together before rolling down his face and


    sttering onto the floor. He was shaking.


    Sam turned to look at Brendan, who simply lit up a cigarette. The rage in his eyes hardly dissipated.


    The bodyguard understood. He stomped on Henry a few more times until the man was too beaten to


    even shout, and finally, Sam asked, “Do you know what was your mistake?”


    Henry shook his head like his life depended on it. Judging from his badly bruised face, he would not be


    wrong.


    Sam pulled him by the cor and said in a low voice, “Miss McKinnon’s Mr. Brighthall’s lover.”


    Henry widened his eyes. His face turned pale.


    Deirdre was Brendan Brighthall’s lover!? The same woman he had justHenry’s legs were shaking. His


    dder was going to fail him anytime now. How was he supposed to know that a blind woman was


    Brendan’s… love!? Sure, she was beautiful-but he was Brendan Brighthall!


    He looked at the young man, still shaking. Brendan’s cigarette had been burnt to its half, and with his


    back against Henry, the fat man could not even make out his expression. All he knew was that just the


    air around Brendan alone made his spine crawl.


    Then finally, Brendan turned. His handsome features bore no emotions, but his eyes were as still and


    unreadable as the bottom of ake at night.


    Henry scraped his knees and begged for forgiveness, pping himself across his cheeks as hard as he


    could despite his injuries. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brighthall! I made a grave mistake! I’m a barbarian, an


    uncultured swine! How could I say something like that!? I didn’t know she was your…”


    Brendan smiled. “It’s okay. You were just being ignorant.”


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    Henry froze. “It’s… okay?” ‘Yes.”


    Henry was overjoyed. “I swear to you, Mr. Brighthall, I’ll turn the entire western


    Sunstate over to find Miss McKinnon for you! I’ll escort her to your hands personally!”


    “Good.” Brendan cast the cigarette to the floor and rose. “I await your results in two days.” ‘You have


    my-” Henry’s smile faltered. His eyes almost seemed to shrink.” Two days!?” ‘You heard me right. Two


    days.” Brendan snickered. “Fail me, and yourpany and its subsidiaries should get ready to change


    its name and its boss.”


    With that, Brendan strode away as Henry let out an unintelligible wail of despair. Sam spat as soon as


    he got out of the door. ‘Who the f*ck did he think he was? That b*stard actually thought he could vilify


    Miss McKinnon!”


    Brendan stopped on his track and turned to look to the right. Sam turned, too, but the sun was stinging


    his eyes too much for him to make out whatever Brendan was looking at. Narrowing his eyes, he


    asked, “What are you looking at?”


    “A ce I think Deirdre might be…”


    Brendan’s eyes suddenly widened. He yanked the car door open and went inside.


    Sam could not waste a moment. He got into the passenger’s seat, and Brendan stomped onto the


    elerator until they found themselves back at Professor Ward’s house.


    Brendan spammed the doorbell incessantly. A whileter, a groggy Julia opened the door, yawning.


    When she saw him, surprise shadowed her face. “Brendan? Why are you here? My grandfather’s“