Deirdre instantly understood what Brendan meant. "Then let's go back."

"Our date..." Brendan frowned, "What about our date?"

Deirdre smiled and linked arms with Brendan. "You have already taken me to see the most beautiful sea. Besides, we can go on a date at any time, so we don't have to go today. The contract is more important."

After the two got into the car, Brendan personally sent Deirdre to the villa and left a kiss on Deirdre's lips before parting. Feeling Brendan's reluctance, Deirdre waved her hands and watched him leave.

Then, she turned around and went back to the villa. She felt something was wrong when she walked into the living room. She looked up suddenly, and a crowd was in the living room. There was a person sitting on the sofa who looked very similar to Madame Brighthall upon closer look.

"You're finally back."

Hearing the voice, Deirdre froze for a moment—it was indeed Madame Brighthall. Her mood changed inexplicably because Madame Brighthall sounded as if she