Emily felt uneasy in her heart and bit her lower lip tightly so she could force herself to smile.

"What… What's going on, Mr. Brighthall? If this is irrelevant to Ms. McKinnon, why did you ask me to come?"

Brendan narrowed his eyes and said bluntly, "Deirdre told me that you mentioned Shea's missing incident when you took her to meet Sterling the other day. Is that true?"

Emily's heart was racing, and her face turned ghastly pale instantly.

'Deirdre would tell Brendan about this? Isn't she already beginning to feel disappointed with Brendan?

'Moreover, what's going on with Brendan? Why is he starting to be suspicious of me?'

"Shea…" Emily's forehead was sweating, and she was trying to figure out a way to defend herself.

Brendan caught her by surprise when he interrupted her. "Don't tell me that you didn't bring up Shea and that it was all Deirdre's lies. I know very well that Deirdre wouldn't lie to me."

He spoke in a domineering tone, his chiseled jaw tensed, his jawline wel