Night City? Deirdre was aghast. As a local of this city, she knew exactly where this was. It was an entertainment establishment on the outside, but it was more of a sanctuary for the rich and powerful. Nothing was off-limits within Night City as long as nobody died. Her face turned pale. “Why did you bring me here, Brendan?” she cried as she struggled to wriggle herself free. Brendan could not possibly let her go so easily. His fingernails burrowed into her wrist like shackles. He yanked her close to himself and whispered, “Too late, Deirdre. You almost cost Lena her life. That isn’t something I’m gonna handwave away.”“But I didn’t!”Brendan shot her an icy glare. It had been three days, yet she still held onto her lie. He loosened his grip suddenly and said, “You wanna leave here, go ahead. I just wonder what’s gonna happen to Sterling if you go.”Deirdre was stopped dead in the middle of her bid to run away. Her chest ached as though someone was tearing it open with their b
“You’re here to drink in his place, right?” The young man started. “Time to do your job! Chug this!”“Chug! Chug! Chug!” The crowd began to clamor excitedly.Deirdre had always been alcohol-intolerant. Just the stench of beer triggered a gag reflex, and she pushed the pint away, to the young man’s displeasure. His smile stiffened. “Hey, what’s this supposed to mean? Are you trying to tell me that since you’re Mr. Brighthall’s b*tch, you wag your tail only for him? Boooooo! You’re no fun!”Brendan watched the exchange from his seat. He crossed his legs and fiddled with his ring, his frigid onyx-black eyes boring straight through Deirdre’s face. His lips were curved when he chided placidly. “Now, now. What did I tell you about your attitude when you were at my party? Have you forgotten already?”He did not sound particularly angry, but that nonchalance was a front to the biting chill only Deirdre understood. He was warning her. “Defy me, and I’ll take it out on Sterling.”“Um, I…” D
Brendan was forcing her to make a choice. She could save whatever remained of her dignity, but Sterling would have to lose his on her behalf. She would have to doom him to save herself. Brendan’s sadism knew no bounds. How could he be so heartless?Deirdre sobbed. She felt faint spells, yet her heart was ironically much calmer than before. “It’s alright,” she said, her eyes as empty as her tone. “I’ll do it.”The room cheered. It was what everyone wanted. Amid the revelry, though, was Brendan’s increasingly stormy expression. His eyes were cold. “Do you understand what you’ve just said? You’re going to strip yourself clean and dance in front of a crowd of strangers. If you call Sterling, the most I’ll make him do is make him drink.”The most he would do? Deirdre smiled between her tears. To hell would she even believe that!She would never believe him ever again. How could she? When he told her he would never play favorites and stand behind Charlene without reason that nigh
“Oh, you’re really thoughtful, Mr. Brighthall. This woman is indeed too skinny to look at. It’s better to look for other fun than to disgust all of us here.”“You’re right. Such a skinny woman won’t look beautiful when dancing.”The group repeated in agreement. It was only Sofia who furtively clenched her fist.‘How did Mr. Brighthall know when he said this woman was too skinny to look at? Can it be that he has seen this woman naked? Didn’t he feel disgusted?’The alcohol kicked in, and Deirdre began feeling hot and cold. Brendan dragged her forcefully to sit on the sofa.Deirdre was drunk and devoid of energy. She could only rely on Brendan for support. But when she sobered up, she would strive to hold herself up, unwilling to even touch Brendan.Brendan was infuriated when he became aware of it. He harshly grabbed Deirdre by her jaw as he barked, “Deirdre, are you a psychopath who doesn’t even know how to be thankful? Why didn’t you appreciate my kindness in saving your life at
“That’s right. Mr. Brighthall just wanted to clean up the stench of that woman. Let’s continue drinking!”Everyone agreed but smiled rather forcefully. It was difficult for them to believe what they had said themselves.Brendan went to the room inside, kicked open the bathroom, and filled the bathtub with water. Following that, he tore Deirdre’s clothes and threw her into the bathtub.“Ah!” Deirdre choked on water, struggled vigorously, and her hands weakly clung to the edge of the bathtub. Her eyes reddened as she lifted her head to look at Brendan.Deirdre’s whole body flushed at the effects of alcohol. Brendan was allured as his Adam’s apple moved. He held her neck and kissed her hard.“N-No— D-Don’t—”Deirdre gasped for breath. She tried to push Brendan away, but she was so weak that it made her look as if she was pretending to be shy.Brendan ruthlessly restrained her wrist with formidable power. With hostility, he reprimanded, “Don’t? Weren’t you trying harder than everyon
Brendan said in an icy-cold and condescending tone, “It’s because you can do such a thing. Anyway, I’ve made a concession. If you are still stubborn, don’t blame me!”Brendan went out and slammed the door behind him. Deirdre was freezing. However, her disappointed heart was far colder than the freezing cold water itself.Deirdre’s teeth chattered from the cold. She climbed out of the bathtub with difficulty, used her touch to locate a bath towel, and wrapped herself in it. When she opened the door, she felt an unfriendly gaze.Sofia was sizing up Deirdre before she said dismissively, “Your figure is nothing more than that. I thought even if you looked ugly, you might have a good body shape. Now it seems that I’m wrong.”From the voice, Deirdre knew who the person was. However, she didn’t want to argue with her because her hair was still wet, and her head was in pain. She simply asked, “Anything?”Sofia threw the bag she had been carrying at Deirdre’s feet. “These are the clothes M
Sam didn’t fake his concern, although he could ignore Deirdre just like other bodyguards.“Thanks.” Sam’s kindness touched Deirdre. She hesitated and decided to ask, “Sam, can you help me?”“If it’s not something that will place me in a difficult situation, I’m happy to oblige.”Deirdre hurriedly said, “No, it won’t! I’d just like you to help me find out where Sterling is now, his current situation, and whether he's living a good life during your spare time.”Deirdre was assured that Brendan wouldn’t give up easily. The fact that Brendan hadn’t humiliated her continuously at the party led to her assumption that Brendan might have shifted his focus on Sterling. Hence, she wanted to know Sterling’s condition.However, before Sam could answer, the sound of clothes hangers falling to the ground came from the door.Deirdre was stunned, and her chest tightened suddenly. She heard Brendan say while gnashing his teeth, "You really miss him."It was as if Deirdre had crossed Brendan’s bo
Brendan started the engine when they got into the car, and they remained quiet throughout the journey.When the car stopped, Brendan took Deirdre to the destination.The floor manager greeted Brendan with a broad smile in the lobby. “Mr. Brighthall, welcome. We’ve prepared a table for you on the second floor. Let me take you there. By the way, the dishes will be served in minutes.”‘Dishes? Are we here t-to have a meal?’ Deirdre was astonished. But her instincts told her that it wasn’t as simple as she was thinking.However, when she sat on her seat fearfully, nothing happened.Brendan asked indifferently, “What do you like to eat? I’ve simply ordered some dishes, but I don’t know if they suit your taste.”Deirdre clenched her fists as she felt inexplicably uneasy. “Anything is good.”“Really?” Brendan smirked. “You’ve said it yourself. Don't you blame Lena again when you have something you dislike later."Deirdre felt tense. She couldn’t help but ask, “Why are we here?”“This