’She just won’t give up on her sinister, malicious nature. I was wrong too for actually believing her and questioning Charlene.’

Brendan downed glass by glass of alcohol with a cold expression. A beautiful woman approached him from the side with a seductive gaze. “Are you here alone, handsome?”

“Leave.” Brendan did not even bother taking one glance at her.

It was inevitable that she’d be infuriated. “You think you’re better just because you’re good-looking…”

She left furiously. Sawyer stepped forward when he checked and realized it was time. “Mr. Brighthall, are we leaving?”

“And going where?” Brendan pointed at the seat next to him. “Come and drink with me.”

Sawyer could tell that Brendan was in a very bad mood because he was drinking constantly, but he still declined Brendan’s offer.

“Mr. Brighthall, I’m driving.”

Brendan did not try to convince Sawyer to drink but he kept drinking more and more. After a few bottles, his expression changed at last and his gaze began to appea