A man walked in. He had heroic features and a frigid aura, and when he saw that Deirdre was a mess and looked obviously beaten up, fury overtook him.

“F*ck you!”

When Vyn saw that the man was Brendan, he was shocked. Before he could explain himself, Brendan had given him a punch that broke a few of his teeth.

Covering his mouth, he cried in agony. Quivering, he pointed at Brendan and threatened him inarticulately. “Brendan! You f*cking b*stard! Do you think that you can do anything you wish? How dare you beat me? My dad will definitely get revenge for me!”

Eyes red, Brendan lunged at Vyn, grabbed his head, and dunked it on the dishes on the table, causing Vyn’s face to get covered in oil. Looking gloomy, Brendan went on clutching Vyn’s head and smashed his face against the wall.

If Sam hadn’t stopped him, Brendan would have tried to kill Vyn.

“You’re Vyn Austen, right?” While glaring at the frightening Vyn, whose face was bruised and swollen, Brendan pointed at a pile of vegetabl