Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 580

Chapter 580

Chapter 580 The Man Who Barged In

"Ms. Deirdre, are you truly Mr. Brighthall's wife?" said Joan in a tone full of disbelief and contempt.

Deirdre’s smile froze for a second before she regained her calm expression. "Didn’t you ask this question before? I remember that Brendan answered you truthfully.”

Biting her lip, Joan insisted. “I want to hear the truth!”

‘The truth?" Deirdre smiled. ‘The truth is what you already know. I'm indeed Brendan's wife.”

Deirdre didn't lie. She was indeed Brendan’s wife, even though they would file a divorce in a few days.

"How is it possible?” Joan snarled, her voice shivering, "A woman like you-

"What's wrong with a woman like me?” asked Deirdre. The aura she was emitting at this moment was surprisingly similar to Brendan’s.

Joan was taken aback, but because of her intense unwillingness to reconcile, she said impolitely, "You have neither a good family background nor any capability. What do you have?"

Deirdre replied with a faint smile, "Ms. Wood, you're right. I don’t have a family background as good as yours, but I’m very well educated by my mother. I know I shouldn't belittle others, or be arrogant and self-righteous. Perhaps this is why Brendan has decided to be with me."

In other words, Deirdre was referring to Joan as not a well-educated, arrogant, and self-righteous person.

Joan understood the implicit meaning of Deirdre’s words, and she was enraged.

Deirdre didn’t bother to continue arguing with Joan. She went into the washroom along the wall instead.

As Joan watched Deirdre enter the washroom, she was so furious that her eyes reddened. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a middle-aged man staggering toward the washroom. She suddenly thought of something and greeted the man.

The moment Deirdre got out of the toilet stall and paced toward the sink to wash her hands, she heard footsteps.

Because Deirdre heard that the sound of someone opening the door was loud, she turned her head and saw a burly figure, which was obviously not a woman.

The man was quite drunk. When he saw Deirdre, he immediately squinted." Where did the beauty come from? Why did you come to the men’s washroom?"

‘Men's washroom?’

Deirdre’s heart missed a beat, but when she recalled the washroom structure, she frowned and said, "It's you who's entered the wrong washroom. This is a women's washroom.”

"Women's washroom?” As the man muttered, he staggered toward Deirdre. His ruddy face revealed his wretchedness as he said, "I did drink some alcohol, but I'm not deaf. I clearly heard that woman telling me that this is the men’s washroom!"

‘That woman?’

Deirdre instantly understood that Joan was the one who had set this up for her!

Looking gloomy, Deirdre explained, "In this case, I was the one who got the wrong one. I'm sorry, I'll go out now.”

Just as Deirdre took two steps to the right, she was stopped by the man, who smiled. "Why are you leaving? You must have a purpose to come into the men’s washroom, right? Are you looking for something to see?”

He hinted in a foul and obscene tone.

Deirdre took a deep breath. "I've indeed got to the wrong one, and I'm very sorry for disturbing you, sir. I'll go out now and get Brendan Brighthall to apologize to you."

When she mentioned Brendan's name, the man hesitated. "Brendan Brighthall? You know Brendan Brighthall?"

"I'm his partner," replied Deirdre.

“Really?”

The man glanced through Deirdre. He liked her face and body shape so much that he was unwilling to let go of such a top- quality woman after finally encountering her.

"How can you prove that you’re Brendan's partner?"