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Chapter 687 He Mustn't Know That I’m Here
'Yeah. How did you know about that?"
"I know the customers inside that private room. She likes to order a lot of food. It’s just that...” Deirdre came to an
abrupt stop before finishing her sentence.
"It's just what?"
"She doesn't have much money and likes to puff herself up to the cost.
When she was in Neve, she always ran away before paying when those new restaurants weren't paying attention to
her. I didn't expect she'd come here now, and I'm pretty sure that she'll do the same this time.”
The receptionist did not say anything after Deirdre finished speaking, so she added, "If you don’t believe me, you
can go around and ask about it yourself. That woman's name is Charlene McKinney."
'That is not necessary." The receptionist smiled. 'Thank you for your advice, Miss, but don't worry. That woman
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwon't do that this time."
'Why are you so sure of that?" asked Deirdre.
"It's because Mr. Brendan Brighthall has booked that private room.”
Deirdre froze for a moment. Her fingertips were trembling when she came around to her senses. However, she did
not feel too surprised as she had expected something like this.
The receptionist continued excitedly. "If you're from Neve, I’m sure you know who Brendan is, isn't it? He's rich, and
since she's his partner, I doubt she'll run away from the bills this time."
"Really?" Deirdre tried to calm herself down. "It seems that I was over worried. Since you're busy, I won't bother you
anymore. I'm going back up now."
"Okay. Please watch your steps when you're on your way back."
Deirdre turned around, and perhaps because she still hadn't come around to her senses yet, she missed a step on
the stairway, and her body leaned forward.
Just when she thought she was about to fall down, a pair of large hands appeared out of nowhere and grabbed her.
"Miss McKinnon."
Deirdre raised her head to look at Whelan. "Mr. McKinnon?"
"Are you alright?" asked Whelan, his voice thick with worry, 'You look pale. Are you not feeling well? Luckily, I came
out to look for you. If not, you would have fallen and hurt yourself."
'Thank you," replied Deirdre.
Whelan was right. She would have certainly fallen and hurt herself if it weren't for him. After that, she shook her
head and continued. "I’m alright. I was just distracted by something else."
'You should be more careful next time. Have you handed our order to the receptionist?"
'Yeah."
"Alright then. Come, let me help you go up.”
Just when Deirdre was about to nod, a series of footsteps rang out behind her, and the receptionist's excited and
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhigh-pitched voice wafted into her ears. "Mr. Brighthall, you’re here!"
'Yeah," the man replied apathetically, his voice cold.
Deirdre felt a chill down her spine, and she grabbed at Whelan's arm. There was only one thought in her head right
now.
She mustn't let Brendan know that she was there!
She was no longer angry with Brendan, nor did she have the courage to confront him about why he did not keep his
word. It only took him a single word to drag her from heaven to hell.
After living with him in peace for some days, she had almost forgotten that this man was a demon!
"Miss McKinnon?" Whelan felt Deirdre's fear and asked in confusion, "What happened?"
However, Deirdre could not say anything right now. The heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer, and she
desperately tried to squeeze her body toward Whelan, using his tall stature to shield her.
She just hoped that Brendan wouldn't see her.
Whelan’s face turned red with embarrassment. Even though he was pleased with Deirdre's action, he did not move
closer to her and just allowed her to lean on him.
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