"Of course." Emily snorted coldly. She was not willing to let that woman marry Brendan.

On the second day after receiving the information, Emily went to Brendan's villa in person.

Unsure when Jet would receive firsthand information, Emily had to be prepared to prevent Brendan from getting it ahead of time. As she entered the hall, she immediately noticed Deirdre, who had her hair in a bun and was enjoying some fruit.

Brendan sat next to her, occasionally accepting bites from Deirdre. When the grapes turned out to be sour, he leaned in and kissed her sweet lips to counteract the sourness. However, instead of approval, he received a disapproving look from Deirdre. She pursed her lips and wrinkled her face in displeasure.

"What? You fed it to me. Since it's sour, you will naturally have to bear the consequences." Brendan spoke righteously.

Aggrieved, Deirdre said, "Then I won't feed you anymore."

"Okay, then I'll eat the one in your mouth," he retorted.

Emily's face contorted in r