"Ah!" Brendan threw Deirdre onto the sofa, his forehead tensing with bulging veins. He suppressed his anger, letting the icy coldness in his black eyes reach its peak.

"Have you said enough?" Brendan squinted. "These are all your one-sided words without any evidence. Why couldn't it be that you used Jet, trapping him in your scheme and causing his disappearance?

"Deirdre, I know well about your malice. You've targeted my mother, so what does a mere subordinate mean to you? If you're smart, clo