Brendan frowned, his voice filled with irritation. "It's your own responsibility to find your way back, just like how you got here. Are you waiting for me to personally escort you back?"

"Mr. Brighthall—"

Brendan interrupted her sharply, his face exuding a powerful and oppressive aura. "Mrs. Wanner, I spared you from questioning about Deirdre's presence here because of your age. But if you continue to support her, I don't think this job is suitable for you."

Mrs. Wanner was rendered speechles