“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