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Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 72
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Chapter 72 Keeping a Mistress

Charlene said, “Why would he bully me, huh… It’s just that…”

Her eyes were red from tears, and she assumed a grievous expression with feigned casualness. “He

picked up a woman’s call after he left with me yesterday. He left me all alone suddenly, and I couldn’t

help asking the people around him, only to find out that…”

Madam Brighthall frowned. “Find out what?”

“I found out that he has a woman stowed away in the villa.” Charlene explained in a haste. “But I’ve

always trusted Brendan and I know that he is not that kind of person. Perhaps the woman is just

Brendan’s friend, but it’s possible that they. I’m fine. I just don’t feel very good. I don’t have a family, so I

regard you as my biological mother and I couldn’t help telling you. Please don’t meddle, mother!”

Madam Brighthall expressed her anger. “Is that true? I can’t not meddle then! If Brendan has a mistress

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stowed away, I won’t allow it, and the rest of the Brighthall

ancestors won’t allow it either!”

Upon saying that, Madam Brighthall arranged for a car to take her and Charlene to the villa.

Sam was still on the phone with someone when he saw the car parked at the door. Madam Brighthall

got out of the car in an overbearing manner, and Sam had no clue

what to do.

“Madam.” He approached Madam Brighthall. “What brings you here? Mr. Brighthall went to the

company early in the morning and has yet to come back.”

“I know. I’ll wait for him inside.”

Madam Brighthall was about to barge into the house, but Sam stopped her. “Madam, uh… This is not a

good time! Mr. Brighthall purchased some collections recently, and the hall is all dusty. The dust will get

you dirty. Why don’t I head in to clean up the place first and you can come inside when it’s clean?”

“Make way!” Madam Brighthall headed in right away, ignoring Sam.

Sam was anxious as he walked behind her. He wanted to call up Brendan, when Charlene suddenly

stretched out her hand to pull the phone away from him. Her beautiful eyes were smiling, yet her gaze

sent a shiver down Sam’s spine for not apparent reason.

“Sam, don’t trouble Brendan. He has a busy day at work. Otherwise, you’ll have to

take the blame if he loses a project.”

Sam had a rigid smile on his face. ‘Charlene is really cunning, and it’s obvious that she’s using Madam

Brighthall to deal with Deirdre.’

On the other hand, Madam Brighthall had already entered the house in a rage. Deirdre was feeling

around and looking for cooking ingredients in the kitchen. Madam Brighthall felt her head spinning

instantly upon seeing the back of Deirdre’s figure.

Wondering how Brendan could actually do something like this, she clenched her teeth and walked over.

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“Miss, who gave you permission to live in the villa? Brendan and Charlene have been dating for many

years, and everyone in Neve knows about it. I refuse to believe that you’re unaware of it. How could

you ruin someone’s relationship like this despite your young age!”

Deirdre was stunned for a moment. The voice was so familiar that she turned around abruptly.

Madam Brighthall was instantly stunned upon seeing Deirdre’s face. She could still remember it as

though it was yesterday. “What brings you here?”

Madam Brighthall immediately realized something after seeing the love bites on Deirdre’s neck. No!

This woman was precisely the person that Brendan was cheating with!

Despite feeling sympathy, she felt infuriated at that very moment.

“Am I supposed to watch as you and my son make a mistake? I was under the assumption that

Charlene had misunderstood. It turns out that Brendan is actually keeping a mistress in the villa!”

All the blood was drained from Deirdre’s face instantly when she heard the word’ mistress’ used to

describe her, especially when it came from the mother who used to care about her the most in the past.

She hastily explained, “No… I… I’m not…”