Chapter 1063 She Dug Her Own Grave

"Wait."

Brendan left the kitchen all of a sudden, leaving Emily nonplussed. Still, she did not necessarily find that a problem at first. She simply slowed down in her task while waiting.

She then heard someone coming into the kitchen. She turned around and smiled. "Mr. Brighthall, pass me the veggie in the bag!"

Her smile evaporated. It was not Brendan at all. It was a short-haired woman she had never seen!

Shea nodded and greeted her. "Hey, Miss Collins, right? Mr. Brighthall told me to help you out."

Emily's face turned stormy. "Where's Brendan?"

She pushed Shea away and looked out of the kitchen, and there he was—sitting in the living room with Deirdre, cuddling and acting all lovey-dovey! God, Emily's offer to help out in the kitchen had ended up giving those two a chance to be lovebirds!

Shea sounded impatient. "Oy, can we get this started already, Miss Collins?"

Emily seethed. What the f*ck was with her attitude? She was acting as if Emily was some domestic worker under t