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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 708
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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 collapsed 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 collar 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, BrighthalI? 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.

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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, BrighthalI! 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 glare 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 simple command, "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

Declan about Deirdre's disappearance to clue him in about her possible scheme. Had he come any second later...

A chill swept across his eyes as belligerent Iividity shadowed his face. None of the employees dared step in his way

as he stormed out of Sigh and Sea.

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."

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There was no response—not even a stir. Brendan freed his one hand to pull the car door open. He accidentally

touched her elbow, and suddenly, Deirdre drew a sharp breath and shivered even harder.

Brendan's pupils dilated. "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 flash, he felt a slap 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!?"