Brendan sneered at Deirdre with contempt.

"A fingerprint lock?" He pushed her hand away. "Deirdre, if you want to lie, at least come up with a proper one. The secret tunnel existed when my father was alive, and the password hasn't been changed since. Are you telling me that it can be unlocked with just your fingerprint? Tell me, is it you who's lost your mind or my father who has lost his?"

Deirdre tried to defend herself, but the words couldn't escape her mouth.

It was because she found the idea absurd herself.

How could the secret tunnel possibly be unlocked with just her fingerprint?

Yet... the door had opened. It wasn't a dream.

"What's the matter? Can't come up with another lie?" Brendan stared intently at Deirdre, his gaze filled with annoyance and disappointment as she expressed her confusion.

"I always knew you were a rebellious woman. I kept giving you chances, hoping you would change your malicious ways and learn some propriety, especially now that you're becoming a mo